Lyrics
it s jingoism without a vision
an air of menace so familiar
A declaration of dishonesty we fail, dying flame of the disenchanted
an air of menace so familiar
moving out into the fire
still dead inside
capitulating to the darkest will
An instrument in the final kill, the bitterness of a generation
A proposition that will not return, another call to raise a fire
A cry for prudence that will not be heard, and as before we burn our bridges, and as before we burn our bridges
just a solution without a cause
Moving out into the fire, can you feel it through the silence
just a solution without a cause
just like in war where nothing changes
an instrument in the final kill
Capitulating to the darkest will, capitulating to the darkest will
no time to count a test of courage
We re pacified, moving out into the fire
an instrument in the final kill
Another call to raise a fire, and as before we burn our bridges, no time to count a test of courage
An instrument in the final kill, one by one we watch them fall, the bitterness of a generation
Still dead inside, a declaration of dishonesty we fail
an instrument in the final kill
We re pacified, just like in war where nothing changes
Capitulating to the darkest will, a declaration of dishonesty we fail
Capitulating to the darkest will, dying flame of the disenchanted
We re pacified, no time to count a test of courage
A proposition that will not return, an instrument in the final kill
An air of menace so familiar, just like in war where nothing changes
A proposition that will not return, moving out into the fire
a cry for prudence that will not be heard
An air of menace so familiar, still dead inside Good, moving out into the fire
Just like in war where nothing changes, a declaration of dishonesty we fail, it s jingoism without a vision
Capitulating to the darkest will, dying flame of the disenchanted, a cry for prudence that will not be heard
Just a solution without a cause, an instrument in the final kill
we re pacified
An instrument in the final kill, dying flame of the disenchanted
A declaration of dishonesty we fail, just like in war where nothing changes Good, moving out into the fire
another call to raise a fire
dying flame of the disenchanted
We re pacified, a proposition that will not return Riddance, dying flame of the disenchanted
moving out into the fire
dying flame of the disenchanted
And as before we burn our bridges, an air of menace so familiar
The bitterness of a generation, an instrument in the final kill, it s jingoism without a vision
