The streets burn,
With red rage,
The days burn
With blue flame.
A nightmarish landscape,
That we can,
Never awake from,
Trapped forever in,
This burning reality.
The wrold catches,
Flame.
No water can,
Quench,
This burning world.
The streets burn,
With red rage,
The days burn
With blue flame.
A nightmarish landscape,
That we can,
Never awake from,
Trapped forever in,
This burning reality.
The wrold catches,
Flame.
No water can,
Quench,
This burning world.