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
