It's a bit like a trip, but you hit it with a slip of a tongue, like a whip, and we're sinking,
It ain't cool to be cool, though you may think it a laudable tool of self evaluation, ego masturbation, yeah
N' I'm rolling my eyes like the stones for the lies,
Is it really all about the size or just a simple vice

Oh, and it makes the news
Oh, cos it sings the blues
I feel the fire flare alight inside me higher so I can see
N' aspire to survive this fight in spite of liars and travesty
Oh fire

Did you think that I'd blink, that I'd go and take the ink to your control, that I'd sell my soul?
Does it ring any bells that it sells that we're living out of shells in a shotgun?
If we couldn't shoot, we'd have to run, yeah
Finally, the cerebral fantasy, better genes and machines, so we can die looking like we're teens, like snapshot scenes in smithereens
Oh, and the ones we choose
Oh, witch hunting fools
I feel the fire flare alight inside me higher so I can see
N' aspire to survive this fight in spite of liars and travesty
Oh fire

So there she is in the news again
There it goes singing the blues again
There it is in the news again
Like there she goes singing the blues again
There it is in the news again
Look there it goes singing the blues again
There it is in the news again
Look there it goes singing the blues
Fire flare alight inside me higher so I can see
N' aspire to survive this fight in spite of liars and travesty
Fire, return my joy cos I'm so tired, tired of me
Inspire the weary eyed to see the ire and irony
Fire！