Burn It Down

All the heat pipes cough, speech freeze like water

Sheep led right to the bleach-wipe slaughter

Even the doc couldn't see it in the blotter

Four walls starve each eat like Donner

Feed on each other, speed through the red lights

Sleep in the gutter, cameras on the great heights

A sea of brake lights

Every door locked tight

Keep them locked down tight

What will you call your home?

What will you call your own?

Where will you lay them bones

Lay them greedy bones?

Which one will save your soul with your sight

On solid gold?

Oh hell no, can't feel that hallowed ghost

With his hands wrapped around your throat?

This window seat is loud in the city where

The weather is howling

Outside there's wolves on prowl, in the

Belly growling

Me I'm just over the line, under the gun,

Out of my mind

Everything in its right place

Watch me slice through the night

Race time and space alike

It's mine to shape it, right?

Everyone stepping sideways to the

Cheapest sleight of hand

Play to your weakness, see the darkest side of man

And it's up to you supply those hollow dreams

Or make your own Halloween,

So how about that?

Off with their heads, make our own mask

Let's howl on back

Let's get it going

Less emotion more emulsion

Burn it down

Let's get it going

Less emotion more emulsion

Burn it down

Let's get it going

Less emotion more emulsion

Burn it black

Down to the ash, start from the scratch

Build it all back

Let's get down

Let's get down

Let's get down

Let's get down

Down to biz, down to work

Come back down to earth

It's down to this

Put down the arms, hands down in the dirt

Let me get you up to speed

It's up to us to up the need

Upheaval tucked up the sleeve

It's a sudden thrill that the hunter feels

When they're on their heels

And the hunted yields

You run on fumes, you grind the wheels

The tunnel's sealed but you'll never kneel

No making deals

But the wolves have eyes

And they smell the veal

And what's revealed is each one out for meals

And don't care which one's skin they peel back

So I keep the blade sharp for real

Because you never know when it comes on back

All the swine turn a blind eye; sign of the time

Sold to the highest bidder who command

The supply

Stamp it up fine with that Hollywood state of mind

We bought wings out of clay and wondered why that wouldn't fly

Let's get it going

Less emotion more emulsion

Burn it down

Let's get it going

Less emotion more emulsion

Burn it down

Let's get it going

Less emotion more emulsion

Burn it black

Down to the ash, start from the scratch

Build it all back

What will you call your home, what will you call your own?

Where will you lay them bones?

The bell just tolled

This is heaven, this is home

This is heaven, this is hell

This is home, this is hell

This is heaven, this is home

Welcome to the veldt