Through the razor wire, you can see the funeral pyre
On fire, in flames, on fire, no names
Yeah, through the razor wire, you can see the curtains close
On fire, in flames, on fire, no names
Light the match, gasoline tracks….you back to the steps
Up the alleyway, past the burning nightclub.
Neon lights in flames…
The club owner takes a photograph of your face.
This arson is an alcohol.
This guilt…like a venomous drawl.

Oh, god, the sky is falling.
Who’ll save us from the jet black clouds?
Oh, god, please…
Beautiful Earth is falling…to her knees.

The blood spews from the jackal. Laughing hyenas take your body hostage.
This is, the way they always wanted it to be.
You can’t see thru the flames, so you’ll take notes on your electronic casket.
Seething, and searing the flesh from your indecent exposure.
I say…the town is in flames.
It’s painted red, like the color of arrogance.
Raise this flag and make an escape.
Run…run….run…run…run….run….run for your life!

Tattoo that frame inside your mind.
It’ll be the evidence they need to prosecute that fucking beast.
Like another rocket thru the airwaves.

Oh, god, the sky is falling.
Who’ll save us from the jet black clouds?
Oh, god, please…
Beautiful Earth is falling….to her knees.

And when the dust surrounding the buildings settled, you’re standing alone…
In your own masquerade. Your own…blood parade. Your own…makeshift shade.
Your soul’s on fire…in flames….on fire…again!