Out in the distance,
In the cold dark night,
I see a fire burning,
Growing bright.
No tomorrow.
Burn it fucking down.
When the cities of men
Come tumbling down
The roaches and the lepers
Will spare the crown.
Out in the distance,
In the cold dark night,
I see a fire burning,
Growing bright.
No tomorrow.
Burn it fucking down.
When the cities of men
Come tumbling down
The roaches and the lepers
Will spare the crown.