Burn It Down
Quelle: Spotify
[Verse 1]
All the heat pipes cough, speech freeze like water
Sheep led right to the bleach-wipe slaughter
Even the doc couldn’t see it in the blotter
Four walls starve each eat like Donner
Feed on each other, speed through the red lights
Sleep in the gutter, cameras on the great heights
A sea of brake lights
Every door locked tight
Keep them locked down tight
What will you call your home?
What will you call your own?
Where will you lay them bones
Lay them greedy bones?
Which one will save your soul with your sight
On solid gold?
Oh hell no, can’t feel that hallowed ghost
With his hands wrapped around your throat?
This window seat is loud in the city where
The weather is howling
Outside there’s wolves on prowl, in the
Belly growling
Me I’m just over the line, under the gun
Out of my mind
Everything in its right place
Watch me slice through the night
Race time and space alike
It’s mine to shape it, right?
Everyone stepping sideways to the
Cheapest sleight of hand
Play to your weakness, see the darkest side of man
And it’s up to you supply those hollow dreams
Or make your own Halloween
So how about that?
Off with their heads, make our own mask
Let’s howl on back’
[Hook]
Let’s get it going
Less emotion more emulsion
Burn it down
Let’s get it going
Less emotion more emulsion
Burn it down
Let’s get it going
Less emotion more emulsion
Burn it black
Down to the ash, start from the scratch
Build it all back
Let’s get down
Let’s get down
Let’s get down
Let’s get down
Down to biz, down to work
Come back down to earth
It’s down to this
Put down the arms, hands down in the dirt
Let me get you up to speed
It’s up to us to up the need
Upheaval tucked up the sleeve
It’s a sudden thrill that the hunter feels
When they’re on their heels
And the hunted yields
You run on fumes, you grind the wheels
The tunnel’s sealed but you’ll never kneel
No making deals
But the wolves have eyes
And they smell the veal
And what’s revealed is each one out for meals
And don’t care which one’s skin they peel back
So I keep the blade sharp for real
Because you never know when it comes on back
All the swine turn a blind eye; sign of the time
Sold to the highest bidder who command
The supply
Stamp it up fine with that Hollywood state of mind
We bought wings out of clay and wondered why that wouldn’t fly
[Hook]
What will you call your home, what will you call your own?
Where will you lay them bones?
The bell just tolled
This is heaven, this is home
This is heaven, this is hell
This is home, this is hell
This is heaven, this is home
Welcome to the veldt
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