Текст песни Yelling "fire" In A Crowded Theatre

We make dead men look like lovers; living so close but so far from each other. What would you say if I told you, we're not their gods? We make dead men look like soldiers; sleeping in caskets waiting for orders. What would you say if I told you, they killed our gods? You're no earning more and caring less. So sell the war to all the kids. You're killing more and placing bets. You fooled us all to kill us off. Fire