Flaming Wreckage by Take Back The Beers!

Little sense of crisis among the people, there's.
The bald old man talks at a proud face in a box.
Seek around urban canyon and under the raised.
Such a thing can't be found anywhere .

Flaming wreckage. Flame us who become decline.
Blaze a way before I become that I hate.
Flame again. Take back our days.
Something all my hate.

The body fed too long upon meat becomes a prey
to that disease called scurvy, so the mind fed too long
upon monotony succumbs to the insidious mental ailment.
Die a slow death, like a sleep.

Flaming wreckage. Flame us who become decline.
Blaze a way before I become that I hate.
Flame again. Relight my heart.
Something all my hate.

Flame it all.
Ears of patient with depression, despairing eyes,
face of abstract logic scholar,
Toys in showcase.

Flame it all.
Wrong fuse, insidious voice of nation.
Flame it all. Go out.
Blaze a trail to forward.

Flaming wreckage. Flame us who become decline.
Blaze a way before I become that I hate.
Flame again. Take back our days.
Something all my hate.