city It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and
settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried
Rome burns as we dance cheek to cheek Titanic's sinking but oooh do we look chic New york city's got the hong kong flu And I can't take my eyes off you
July Motor city madness has touched the countryside And the people rise in anger and the streets begin to fill And there's gunfire from the rooftops and
raindrop, leavin' the eye confused Understandin' blurred, cloudy electrical storms occur From the Masta, classical head bang slang The deaf tone rises like the blind and
roar And there's a light on the hillside and there's a flame in her eyes But how cold the lights burn on the mainland Island in the city, cut by a cold
Jacata charts his rise to flame Bob Hasan hides as his people complain The forests are burning out of control The city mourns the death of it all
bag you up And use the same clique that you thought would back you up Its nine eight eliminate bait and open gates Enough with chains and whips lets
quick or be dead Burn, burn, rage of the heavens Burn, burn, death from above Die, die, merciless killing Burn, burn, death from above Carpet bombing cities And
of this city And wait for the day when I am summoned to walk across the face Well, slowly but clearer now, in visions that play and plague memories I loved them with all as
be quick or be dead Burn Burn Rage of the heavens Burn Burn Death from above Die Die Merciless killing Burn Burn Death from above Carpet bombing cities And
had to do what I had to do, just to make it through the night Hustling and robbing and killing, running the streets with no feelings An aggravated motherfucker, that is ready as
. Dark wizzards' spells entwine me in ravening shackles, And black roses draw my blood with thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth... I fall into the rapturous
of this And already have tabs on those who they regard as subversives. It is easy for them to single out and intimidated us And easier still for us simply
all As the corporate towers rise up They watch the people fall A government untouchable by the people, Run by the corporations of the world Enslaving mothers, fathers, sons, and
block, city-to-city, and state-to-state From the Mil-est, to realist, the killest just countin cake [Chorus 2: x2] We ride 'till we die, ball 'till we fall
wind is rising And we can't get away from it We're in shock from the failed emotion No cause in a shadow land We sing while the city's burning No room
the blind leading the blind And one grey day shall rise the flood No dikes will stem the heavy tides When cold pierced feathered bodies scream They fall as