Lyric

You point your finger at the storm

While hiding safe behind the norm

Excuses dressed in velvet chains

A coward's pride, a slave to shame

You sell your soul to plastic gods

Kneel beneath their polished frauds

But every mask will melt in fire—

This is your final funeral pyre

BURN! Scapegoats cry but no one hears

FLAME! Consume your fragile fears

You made your bed with rusted lies—

Now scream beneath the blood-red skies

We won't carry your blame no more

You're ashes crawling on the floor!

You shift the weight, avoid the fight

Blame the dark but run from light

Clinging to your paper throne

Hollow kings will burn alone

You preach from stolen gospel lines

Worship titles, fake the signs

But power borrowed cannot last

We’re here to light the match at last!

BURN! Scapegoats cry but no one hears

FLAME! Consume your fragile fears

You made your bed with rusted lies—

Now scream beneath the blood-red skies

We won't carry your blame no more

You're ashes crawling on the floor!

"Light it up!

Twist the truth—

You’ll choke on every excuse!"

Burn the ones who kneel to kings!

Crush the cowards truthless clings!

No more mercy, no more doubt—

Raise your fist and scream it out!

BURN! Scapegoats cry but no one hears

FLAME! Consume your fragile fears

You made your bed with rusted lies—

Now scream beneath the blood-red skies!

We won't carry your blame no more

You're ashes crawling on the floor!

You blamed the world

But the fire knows your name