Sims - Burn It Down lyrics

[Verse 1] All the heat pipes cough, speech freeze like water Sheep led right to the bleach-wipe slaughter Even the doc couldn't see it in the blotter Four walls starve each eat like Donner Feed on each other, speed through the red lights Sleep in the gutter, cameras on the great heights A sea of brake lights Every door locked tight Keep them locked down tight What will you call your home? What will you call your own? Where will you lay them bones Lay them greedy bones? Which one will save your soul with your sight On solid gold? Oh hell no, can't feel that hallowed ghost With his hands wrapped around your throat? This window seat is loud in the city where The weather is howling Outside there's wolves on prowl, in the Belly growling Me I'm just over the line, under the gun Out of my mind Everything in its right place Watch me slice through the night Race time and space alike It's mine to shape it, right? Everyone stepping sideways to the Cheapest sleight of hand Play to your weakness, see the darkest side of man And it's up to you supply those hollow dreams Or make your own Halloween So how about that? Off with their heads, make our own mask Let's howl on back' [Hook] Let's get it going Less emotion more emulsion Burn it down Let's get it going Less emotion more emulsion Burn it down Let's get it going Less emotion more emulsion Burn it black Down to the ash, start from the scratch Build it all back Let's get down Let's get down Let's get down Let's get down Down to biz, down to work Come back down to earth It's down to this Put down the arms, hands down in the dirt Let me get you up to speed It's up to us to up the need Upheaval tucked up the sleeve It's a sudden thrill that the hunter feels When they're on their heels And the hunted yields You run on fumes, you grind the wheels The tunnel's sealed but you'll never kneel No making deals But the wolves have eyes And they smell the veal And what's revealed is each one out for meals And don't care which one's skin they peel back So I keep the blade sharp for real Because you never know when it comes on back All the swine turn a blind eye; sign of the time Sold to the highest bidder who command The supply Stamp it up fine with that Hollywood state of mind We bought wings out of clay and wondered why that wouldn't fly [Hook] What will you call your home, what will you call your own? Where will you lay them bones? The bell just tolled This is heaven, this is home This is heaven, this is hell This is home, this is hell This is heaven, this is home Welcome to the veldt