When The Dust Blows Away

Crappy screamo song I wrote when I was suppose to be working on my french project.

The voices in my head tell me to burn your cities down.
Walking through hell, buildings in flames
No safety
No security
Burn your cities down.
And when the dust blows away, what is left of your world?

Religion, society, your ethics, responsibilities, and your politics, gone, burned to the ground, the dust blown away, don't think of it as a sad day

The voices in my head tell me to burn your cities down and when the dust blows away, what's left of your world? Your world?

Fear, death and despair. Pain and burning hunger for a new world, lets burn your cities down.

And here comes your government, your rules trying to put out the flames. But it's useless, broken systems fail to work.

The voices in my head tell me to burn your cities down and when the dust blows away what is left of your world? Your World?
Your modern society has failed
Yet you walk and mourn in the streets
But don't be sad,
it's an improvement

Yeah, the voices in my head tell me to burn your cities down.

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