A Burning Cinder Songtext
von Jungle Rot
A Burning Cinder Songtext
Differing opinions, growing intolerance
Thin-skinned and fragile, every thought is an offense
Bureaucracy funded by corporate greed
Weakening the masses by any and all means
You give they take
Your livelihoods are hindered
No peace, our world
Reduced to a burning cinder
A burning cinder
The sheep they stay asleep, blissful ignorance
Misled by media, and lulled into a trance
Can′t trust the government, the world has gone haywire
Out of the frying pan, and straight into the fire
Our race, disgrace
Its time to pull the trigger
No peace, our world
Reduced to a burning cinder
A burning cinder
Global death
No end in sight
Total loss of control
Mass planetary strife
One last breath
Can't win this fight
Utter loss of your soul
Worldwide demise
Global death
No end in sight
Total loss of control
Mass planetary strife
One last breath
Can′t win this fight
Utter loss of your soul
Worldwide demise
Psychological warfare physical disabilities
Will we not wake up to this cold reality?
Through regulations and thriving industry
Totalitarian autocracy!
Monarch, leader
At you we point the finger
No peace, our world
Reduced to a burning cinder
A burning cinder
Thin-skinned and fragile, every thought is an offense
Bureaucracy funded by corporate greed
Weakening the masses by any and all means
You give they take
Your livelihoods are hindered
No peace, our world
Reduced to a burning cinder
A burning cinder
The sheep they stay asleep, blissful ignorance
Misled by media, and lulled into a trance
Can′t trust the government, the world has gone haywire
Out of the frying pan, and straight into the fire
Our race, disgrace
Its time to pull the trigger
No peace, our world
Reduced to a burning cinder
A burning cinder
Global death
No end in sight
Total loss of control
Mass planetary strife
One last breath
Can't win this fight
Utter loss of your soul
Worldwide demise
Global death
No end in sight
Total loss of control
Mass planetary strife
One last breath
Can′t win this fight
Utter loss of your soul
Worldwide demise
Psychological warfare physical disabilities
Will we not wake up to this cold reality?
Through regulations and thriving industry
Totalitarian autocracy!
Monarch, leader
At you we point the finger
No peace, our world
Reduced to a burning cinder
A burning cinder
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