Die By the Fire

Can you hear the calling

Can you feel the end

Can you sense the fear

This is the house of death

Can you hear the pain

Can you feel the sorrow

Can you sense the plague

This is the house of death

Mothers crying

Fathers lying

Killing children, unholy sacrificing

On the altar of gluttony

How much more do you have to feed

To satisfy your greed

Choosing to see what you want to believe

I know the guilt will burn your skin

You turned your back on me

A thousand times

I hope you struggle to sleep

I hope you struggle to breathe

Die by the fire

Die by desire

Die by the hand of shame

The higher the tower, the thicker the smog

You knew, you did nothing

Can you hear the calling

Can you feel the end

Can you sense the fear

This is the house of death

Can you hear the pain

Can you feel the sorrow

Can you sense the plague

This is the house of death

Die by the fire

Die by desire

Die by the hand of shame

Profiteers of damnation

Complicit in our exploitation

Your justifications are bullshit

You knew, you did nothing