Stand in line and grab a tray,
taste the food we serve today
Why don't you try our corruption
or have the usual hate
Is it already too late
To turn the ship around
Yes, it is too late
Take the stairs to the underground
Burn
You don't say, but it's in your eyes instead
You surrender and your hate
will become your fear
Stand before his highness,
bow your head to the almighty
Lord of all don't sin no more
Chorus
Burn
Pain is life and the golden coin
is the guiding light
And you can't go wrong if you play it right
but then the golden coin will stand upright
And the fall will call you
to the deep below where no angels go
Bring on the flames that burn...