(Ford, Ehmig)
Caught in the sights of a killing fire
On streets filled with ashes and smoke
Flames reaching up to a dirty sky
Like some kind of sick deadly joke
*CanВґt stop what hate started
ThereВґs no cooling down
IВґm past the boiling point now
Every day my TV screen
Is pushing me to make somebody bleed
The chains `round your neck got me wondering
How youВґll ever get the freedom that you need
CanВґt turn this world into heaven
By burning it down to the ground
**IВґm on fire
IВґm burning up
My temperatureВґs rising, point of no return
Watch out or you just might burn
*repeat
The walls fall down like dominoes
NobodyВґs left to pay whatВґs due
Too many crazy people running round
Starting wars between me and you
*repeat
*chorus