Down in the deep, black hole of my heart

I feel the pain inside of the dreams that died

And I saw a dark message clawed on a wall today, it said

Forever burn this world, it's far too late



Now I stare out my window, I see the towers rise

Toxins seep into my backyard before my very eyes

Industrial revolution, no other solution

For the junk cultured junkies needs

So take a deep breath because it ain't over yet

The machine it's got to bring you down to your knees



Outside the gates of redemption inside my happy home

Contact with big Mr. mega bucks on my cellular phone

Dollar for dollar the business hounds holler

Sour mouthed stomachs well fed

And I'm moving the game yet I still complain

The paranoia, it swells inside my head



How will I ever know which way the wind blows

Will there be no place to hide when the storm comes down

To tear off my hide, defenceless, rich or poor

When the wolves start gathering round my door

Self-destructed, I never anticipated

Such pain from the things that I've created



Burn, burn, burn, burn, the device and the ice that's in my heart

Burn down the lies and the hatred in my eyes

Let it burn, burn to see the world turn

And it's all there in front of me

And I feel compelled to make you see... reality

This is the turning point, these are the cross-roads

Detonated lunacy and it's not a dream, it's not a dream



No greener sky, no blacker sea, no greater war inside of me



Now I stare out my window, the patients on the lawn

Loved ones visiting hours wonder what went wrong, wrong, wrong

Outside the gates of redemption, my mind is never alone

Hospitalised, lobotomised, big machine, please come take me home



How will I ever know which way the wind blows

Will there be no place to hide when the storm comes down

To tear off my hide, defenceless, rich or poor

When the wolves start gathering round my door

Self-destructed, I never anticipated

Such pain from the things that I've created



Burn, burn, burn, burn, the device and the ice that's in my heart

Burn down the lies and the hatred in my eyes

Let it burn, burn to see the world turn

And it's all there in front of me

And I feel compelled to make you see...



This is reality





"Burn, burn, burn... this heavy metal funky kinda

tune is the burning in our minds as we watch the

world crumble into industrialism." Erik A.K