End inches by

As we stare at the setting sun
We remember our lives of sin
Bringing the world to chaos
By taking it over by force
Our motto: to kill them all
Just don't care; let it all fall
Refusing to see anything
As the time to rest is nearing
No hope of us waking up
From the state of false nap

Hand over the world to someone else
At worst they will be as bad as us