Вершы: Norma Jean. Bless The Martyr & Kiss The Child. Entire World Is Counting on Me, and They Don't Even Know It.

Running away from this earth
May it pass away in the beautiful flames that it was created for
Because when tomorrow fails to come
Today is just not the same
Inflamed earth
Roses
In this hope
For all I care
Set this world, all ablaze
For all I care set it all ablaze
Set this world, I'll set it all ablaze