|
Tell me what will become of the youth of today in a culture blind to its own decay because |
|
We're all caught in the big swing of things and the knot's cinched tight by a bunch of little strings. |
|
What is happening to us? - |
|
We've lost our way |
|
This creature of appetite is bound to devour itself one day. |
|
We should make a home in the storms eye |
|
People come together and survive. |
|
Firewall- so quick to turn away but you know it won't forget you |
|
Firewall- the heat we dread to face could be the worlds last refuge... firewall. |
|
What will become of the youth of tomorrow in a world where everything's borrowed |
|
We oughtta put aside childish things, have some guts jump into the burning |
|
Don't let's turn away from pain revealed |
|
We better look at who we are then reach out from the deep seal.. |
|
Burn. Come on and burn. |