Burn کے بول

Stand in line and grab a tray, taste the food we serve today Why don't you try our corruption or have the usual hate Is it already too late To turn the ship around Yes, it is too late Take the stairs to the underground Burn You don't say, but it's in your eyes instead You surrender and your hate will become your fear Stand before his highness, bow your head to the almighty Lord of all don't sin no more Chorus Burn Pain is life and the golden coin is the guiding light And you can't go wrong if you play it right but then the golden coin will stand upright And the fall will call you to the deep below where no angels go Bring on the flames that burn...