Burning down the stakes.
Trouble out our feet.
Trying to erase.
Our last hour of defeat.
Trouble out our feet.
Trying to erase.
Our last hour of defeat.
Rising to the fire torch,
just watch it move ahead.
Trying to escape this scorch,
of pain inside our heads.
Senseless people,
are nothing more than game.
Keeping it at the steeple,
no one can hear my name.
I'm screaming it so loud,
can't you hear my call?
I need to know how,
to stop me from this fall.
But no one answers,
and I'm left to hide.
I can feel this superior cancer,
eating at my side.
From dawn till gleaming dusk,
it's just how I live.
Smile at my useless trust,
don't worry you'll never win.