Letting it burn
I’m taking all I deserve
Bodybag under the dirt
He won’t return
Wait for a way off this earth
Painting his face on a shirt
Counting the curse
Hiding the blade in a hearse
Witness the way they disperse
Sit and observe
Whip in reverse
No I’m not taking the time to converse

Swing for the throat with a razor, watch as they lay on a stage, I’m letting it go
You know we come for the throne, he talking down, and now he a ghost
Dead in the snow, hеre for the show
No I won’t leavе here alone
Murder they wrote
Forever forward and searching for finer things over my tone, wait

Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn

Letting it burn
I’m taking all I deserve
Bodybag under the dirt
He won’t return
Wait for a way off this earth
Painting his face on a shirt
Counting the curse
Hiding the blade in a hearse
Witness the way they disperse
Sit and observe
Whip in reverse
No I’m not taking the time to converse
Letting it burn
Letting it burn, letting it burn, letting it burn
Letting it burn, letting it burn, letting it burn
Letting it burn, letting it burn, letting it burn