...fire, plague and locust... First thing in the morning Check if the world is burning It easily can change overnight Check if the symptom lingers Count your teeth and fingers Looks like you are doing alright The smoke is rising higher And everything's on fire And when it dies, the plague will return You gotta stand your ground And build a fence around And pray the barbed wire won't burn When doubting your choices You talk to inner voices It is your way of coping with stress Is someone coming here? Maybe interfere? They all had it coming, I guess Strong men make good times! Don't ask me how, it's science! I’m fighting for the whole human race And future generations Will launch space stations I only need to crush someone’s face Fire, plague and locust Are spreading as you are standing still It all will make you stronger Just as long as you don't kill Yourself You have A gun A head Go mad Count all senses As your expenses And leave your shelter In disarray You're almost hopeless The only hope is To try to live or To die another day Remember the beginning? We thought that we were winning Now all you want is to die in peace In the abandoned fair You dream of clean air You also dream of hating your kids You all are weak and spoiled Your oceans aren't boiled Your ice caps are not going to melt Your whole generation Is blight upon the nation If only you just knew how it felt When fire, plague and locust Are spreading as you are standing still It all will make you stronger Just as long as you don't kill Yourself You have A gun A head Go mad

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