Die by the Fire

Can you hear the calling
Can you feel the end
Can you sense the fear
This is the house of death
Can you hear the pain
Can you feel the sorrow
Can you sense the plague
This is the house of death

Mothers crying
Fathers lying
Killing children, unholy sacrificing
On the altar of gluttony
How much more do you have to feed
To satisfy your greed

Choosing to see what you want to believe
I know the guilt will burn your skin
You turned your back on me
A thousand times
I hope you struggle to sleep
I hope you struggle to breathe

Die by the fire
Die by desire
Die by the hand of shame

The higher the tower, the thicker the smog
You knew, you did nothing

Can you hear the calling
Can you feel the end
Can you sense the fear
This is the house of death
Can you hear the pain
Can you feel the sorrow
Can you sense the plague
This is the house of death

Die by the fire
Die by desire
Die by the hand of shame

Profiteers of damnation
Complicit in our exploitation
Your justifications are bullshit
You knew, you did nothing