Higher

Manntra

Fire
Fire
Stricken by desire
Higher
Always craving more
Fire
Fire
It's my last conspire
Higher
Addicted to the war

Fire
Fire

While we pray
This vicious circle is spinning again
While we sleep
Boots of oppression are stomping our dreams

This self-made prophets are exploiting our fears
They're trading dirty bags of bones for golden years

Fire
Fire
Stricken by desire
Higher
Always craving more
Fire
Fire
It's my last conspire
Higher
Addicted to the war

Fire

While we cry
Stealing our future without the pretense
When we die
Just numbers in corners without any sense

The clock is ticking, calling for the winds of dread
This pillow's echo screams so loud beneath their heads

Fire
Fire
Stricken by desire
Higher
Always craving more
Fire
Fire
It's my last conspire
Higher
Addicted to the war

End of times at hand
Now the veils are all gone
They are gone
Drawing lines in the sand
We are many but one

Fire
Fire
Stricken by desire
Higher
Always craving more
Fire
Fire
It's my last conspire
Higher
Addicted to the war

Fire
Fire