The fire started long ago 
The flames burned out, still embers glow 
So charred and black 
There's nothing left to burn, to burn 

We had the same dream 
Lived life to extreme 
loaded gun jammed by a rose 

The thorns are knots around your head 
Your ego cursed you till you bled 
You cannot [bad word] the dead 
To me you're dead, yeah 

The future is unset in stone 
Decisions past leave you alone 
Betrayed us all with your own selfish greed, your greed, yeah 

New soldiers now say 
That your beggars collect  [bad word] and paid by you 

The thorns are knots around your head 
Your ego cursed you till you bled 
You cannot [bad word] the dead 
To me you're dead, yeah 

We were like brothers with the world in our hands 
You always have too much to say 
Someday you look back and you wonder why 
You let it all slip away, yeah 

[SOLO] 
 [bad word] the dead  [bad word] the dead 

The thorns are knots around your head 
Your ego cursed you till you bled 
You cannot [bad word] the dead 
To me you're dead, yeah