Stand up on your seat with your dirty feet Fan the flames of love A classy action suit to dance in Break a window and let the sun in Break the silence, it's not a sin Tear down the walls of hate Fill up the empty bowls of the hungry Break the sacs and

To disarms the stars within us April night-time And we run like muscles through the stagnant nodes of man Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses Hornet Hive-dark Severed wings in vainless beating Buzz out from inferno of fangs We should have been

We're building it up We can't wait To burn it to the ground And you were there at the turn To break it back down To burn it down And fan the flames As your blazes burn Waiting to let me know