Lyricist : Carpetman/Black Soil

Composer : Carpetman/Black Soil

Let it burn baby…

Sick ideas, fame and fear

Human beings are used to mask their pain with shouts

Lost in shadows, losing sight of what's sincere

And you'll never know life without doubts

Gettin' over my past

Feeling like still messed

Haunted by the shades

But carrying all this weight

Gettin' over my past

Feeling like still messed

Regretting all the chances that's all I can say

Cause I don't need this world

It's more than hard to know that truth

Cause I don't need this world

So let it burn itself with you

Burn

I don't need...

Cause I don't need it

Earn this honor by burning

Let it burn

I don't...

Cause I don’t...

Earn this honor by burning

Can't fall anymore

Anymore

Sun dawn leave this world

Can't fall anymore

Anymore

Sun comes burn it all

Looking for the peace in my mind

Feels like a crime

Tear apart my soul, dear

Tell me that you know me

King on the throne is warlord

Judging us who's at fault

Stomping us with a gold feet

Tell me that you know it

Cause I don't need this world

It's more than hard to know that truth

Cause I don't need this world

So let it burn itself with you

Just let it...

Burn

I don't need...

Cause I don't need it

Earn this honor by burning

Let it burn

I don't...

Cause I don't...

Earn this honor by burning