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