Rock is dead and gone, the same old song
Another sickening sing-along
The pop d'jour, a faceless whore
And I can't take it anymore
More I see the more it makes me scream
And they take it away…and they take it away…and they take it away
No not from me, all that I wanna do is
Burn, can't keep me quiet I'm a riot rippin' through your head (through your head)
Burn, burn, burn
Go on and try it I'm a riot revving in the red
Like a revolution
Like a revolution
Can you feel the fangs sink so deep
While you pray your soul to keep
The last drop dries the blood-stained floor
And I can't take it any more
More I see the more it makes me scream
And they take it away…and they take it away…and they take it away
No not from me, all that I wanna do is
Burn, can't keep me quiet I'm a riot rippin' through your head (through your head)
Burn, burn, burn
Go on and try it I'm a riot revving in the red
Like a revolution
Like a revolution
Like a revolution
Like a revolution
Burn, can't keep me quiet I'm a riot rippin' through your head (through your head)
Burn, burn, burn
Go on and try it I'm a riot revving in the red
Like a revolution (Riot, yeah, baby)
Like a revolution (Riot, yeah, baby)
Like a revolution (Riot, yeah, baby)
Like a revolution (Riot, yeah, baby)
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