Streets are on Fire

Disease!

The virus is spreading in all directions,

No safe zone, no cure and no protection,

No symptoms to find or signs of an infection,

No vaccines, remedies and no corrections,

Quarantine the dreams and cut off our connections,

Don't let them in, not a friend nor a reflection,

Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and

Don't accept them if you wanna stay as an exception,

No pill

Can heal

The ill of this

Sickness, some are still in doubt of it's existence,

Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance,

Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance.

The poor say the rich have the cure,

The rich say the poor are the source,

Revolutionaries say it's psychological war,

Invented by the press; just to have something to report,

Some say the first case came from a maternity ward

Some say a morgue

Some say the skies

Some say the floor

Whores say the nuns

Nuns say the whores

And everybody is sure.

The scientists said it only infects the mind,

The little boys said it only infects the girls,

The preacher man said it's gonna kill off the soul,

A bum said it's gonna kill the whole wide world.

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Believe, some say, the neon signs

by the loud speakers repeating that everything is fine,

A subtle silence

To demolish the troubled conscious of a compass with no knowledge

and every freedom denied,

Every dream is designed and broadcasted,

From the masters to the masses,

From the antennas on top of the shrines,

As far as the receiving planet during a panic is sorted

It reports back everything in your mind.

Everything is lying

Everything is dying

Everything is a rule

And everything is a crime

Everything was healed

And everything rewinds

And new weather burns the feathers off everything flying,

And she likes it

And she loves it

The savage,

The madness,

The badness,

The lavish,

The fastness,

To clashes,

The ashes to ashes,

everything intertwined

My femme fatale, my darling fondling angel,

Once caught her changing the batteries in her halo,

Receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for,

And the address to the factory where they made those,

The scientist says she all inside mind,

The little boys say "What happened to all the girls?"

The preacher man says she gonna kill off the soul

The dope boy said it's the whole wide world

Death is on the tip of her tongue and danger's at the tip of her fingers,

Streets

Are

On

Fire!

Tonight!!