In
the silence of the night
It
hits slowly rising up its heat
The
flash of red light in the air
It
makes the night a fire wild
The
crooks and ball polishers
They
will sing a different tune
They
need their crumbs for life
They
can't afford to go blind
They
will hit the drums
The
echo rising in the dead night
The
fire woods spread the shadows wild
They
dance the ritual of their lives
The
faces in ecstasy
The
faces of red painted by the glow
As
they dance the night away
They
think they will not get caught
The
tools of power in their hands
They
think they can use it to their needs
They
forget not everyone is so stupid
Let
the fire burn through their lives
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