Flying birds and war machines
Maybe we're in the scene
The troop of the pigs
Are in power now
Searching for their herd

Baby,burn!
And then you’ll lose it all
And then you lose it

Building walls
For the bloody hearts
Masses will be destroyed
We have to fight against
These fools

Innocent lives will suffer a lot

Baby,burn!
And then you’ll lose it all
And then you lose it

You don’t know nothing about it
And you know know nothing at all