Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don't understand
This is about the rabidly devoted fanbase of the world's most successful heavy metal band of all time, Metallica. Obviously they were not good to Mustaine.
Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on God's command?
He believes that his forward-thinking musical vision is what separates him from his previous bandmates and the "sheep" of the mass media don't accept him, as the "Gods" in Metallica "tell" them not to.
A country that's divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand
A reference to the division in Metallica when he was kicked out.
The end is near, it's crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don't look now to Israel
It might be your homelands
Not sure...still a bit cryptic.
Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel's bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God
A rant about the unfair and judgemental treatment Dave believes he has recieved from the world, the fans, and those in positions of power.
...The Punishment Due
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Not sure, but the next two lines are really what seal the deal:
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die
He believes his labels are doomed to fail, due to his supposed shortcomings, and the guys in Metallica are doomed to fail without him(which they did, after the loss of Cliff Burton R.I.P.)
They killed my wife, and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
The guys in Metallica keeping his material, his ideas, trying to kill his career.
First mistake... last mistake!
Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
Next mistake... no more mistakes!
His one mistake in the past has ruined his life, and now he represents the little man out to conquer the giant of Metallica, and he cannot screw it up this time.
Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don't say it, don't mean I ain't
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the
And the lack of mercy killings
His general lament of life of oppression, hatred and judgement. He will whine if he wants to, who does he have to please? Lastly, he laments the lack of a mercy killing for himself, the victim.
So am I crazy, or am I right? What do you think?