War!
  
   you thought i let you get away with this little thing i call my soul?
   you thought i tolerate your silent terror? NO!
   i come bakk!
   i come bakk!
  
   believe it or not...
   this means war against myself...
   believe it or not...
   believe it or not...
   this means war against myself...
   believe it or not...
  
   your spittin´ image is spittin´on you and it´s afraid of what it is about to do.
   i speak the unspoken and i know the unknown code of the bakkdoor,straight to your dome!
   protect yourself from yourself by yourself...
   it won´t help.
   this is fun,grab a gun,choose the one that is about to get done..
  
   fukk
  
   me
  
   up
  
   now!!!!
  
   believe it or not...
   this means war against myself...
   believe it or not...
   believe it or not...
   this means war against myself...
   believe it or not...
   believe it or not!