Finding the reason of primal desires
Of sateless hunger for playing with fire
Enough is nothing, nothing is free
Never is time and will ever be
Searching for reason of the time you do
Listen to the devil that pushed you to
Commit this crime to sell your soul
To stay in flames of a cell so cold
Listen to the thunder
To our progeny’s voice
All the damage done
Leaves us no choice
Inventing the reason for impending crash
For the wastes laid, for cinder and ash
For breaking bad in times of dire
And sateless hunger for playing with fire
Listen to the thunder
To our progeny’s voice
All the damage done
Leaves us no choice
But going higher