City Calm Down - Burn Slow

All I have is now gone, As we walk through this crowd, Our mind it turns without a sound. The bitter few have nothing to say now, Their minds they burn, They scream and shout. If you should hide, Then who would run? We'll trash this place, Destroy the Sun. As Nero did, We'll fiddle now, While all we love, Burns to the ground. A severed life, Our conscience lives, With half it takes and half if gives. With burdened breath we falter now, In paradise there's nothing left. You know the better path, So take it before we're out of time, Or there'll be nowhere to hide Take no chance on those who wait, We're leaving first, We're going now. The driven few are stopping at nothing, They'll have their way, Without a doubt.