Down in the deep, black hole of my heart I feel the pain inside of the dreams that died And I saw a dark message clawed on a wall today, it said Forever burn this world, it's far too late
Now I stare out my window, I see the towers rise Toxins seep into my backyard before my very eyes Industrial revolution, no other solution For the junk cultured junkies needs So take a deep breath because it ain't over yet The machine it's got to bring you down to your knees
Outside the gates of redemption inside my happy home Contact with big Mr. mega bucks on my cellular phone Dollar for dollar the business hounds holler Sour mouthed stomachs well fed And I'm moving the game yet I still complain The paranoia, it swells inside my head
How will I ever know which way the wind blows Will there be no place to hide when the storm comes down To tear off my hide, defenceless, rich or poor When the wolves start gathering round my door Self-destructed, I never anticipated Such pain from the things that I've created
Burn, burn, burn, burn, the device and the ice that's in my heart Burn down the lies and the hatred in my eyes Let it burn, burn to see the world turn And it's all there in front of me And I feel compelled to make you see... reality This is the turning point, these are the cross-roads Detonated lunacy and it's not a dream, it's not a dream
No greener sky, no blacker sea, no greater war inside of me
Now I stare out my window, the patients on the lawn Loved ones visiting hours wonder what went wrong, wrong, wrong Outside the gates of redemption, my mind is never alone Hospitalised, lobotomised, big machine, please come take me home
How will I ever know which way the wind blows Will there be no place to hide when the storm comes down To tear off my hide, defenceless, rich or poor When the wolves start gathering round my door Self-destructed, I never anticipated Such pain from the things that I've created
Burn, burn, burn, burn, the device and the ice that's in my heart Burn down the lies and the hatred in my eyes Let it burn, burn to see the world turn And it's all there in front of me And I feel compelled to make you see...
This is reality
Burn, burn, burn... this heavy metal funky kinda tune is the burning in our minds as we watch the world crumble into industrialism. Erik A.K.
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