Buildings burning, out of control.

City of evil, that’s how we roll.

Fire coming up, taking the weak.

Flame roaring down, isn’t it so bleak?

Isn’t it so hot, isn’t it so burnt, isn’t is so?

Isn’t it so? Isn’t it reality?

And when you’re worlds on fire, you can’t handle the flame.

Then forget the escape, you’re the one to blame.

You lit the match, that ignited the fight.

Isn’t it so wrong? Isn’t it so right.

Bodies lying, down on the floor.

No breathe, no life, not anymore.

Blood spilled sideways, out of their mouths.

And you said that you don’t believe in hell?

Isn’t it so gone, isn’t it so dead, isn’t it so?

Isn’t it so? Isn’t it reality?

And when you’re worlds on fire, you can’t handle the flame.

Then forget the escape, you’re the one to blame.

You lit the match, that ignited the fight.

Isn’t it so wrong? Isn’t it so right.

And time to look around now, in all the decay.

Find similarity, it’s like this everyday.

You twisted life, it’s now eternal night.

Isn’t it so wrong? Does it feel right?

Buildings burning, out of control.

City of evil, that’s how we roll.

Fire coming up, taking the weak.

Flame roaring down, isn’t it so bleak?

Isn’t it so hot, isn’t it so burnt, isn’t is so?

Isn’t it so? Isn’t it reality?