Lyric

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 became decline

Blaze away 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 became decline

Blaze away 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 the nation

Flame it all

Go out, blaze a trail to forward

Flaming wreckage

Flame us who became decline

Blaze away before I become that I hate

Flame again, take back our days

Something all my hate