"...To Keep The Artist As Human As The Listener" This city is frozen in a glacier of hate, With distaste and disjointed apathy that has torn men from their homes, And children roam the streets in fear of decrepit buildings, With blatant absentee-ism of parents that are just as scared as them, Kicking over broken bins filled to the brim with cans, And empty bottles of what was formerly champagne, Lost themselves in the bottom of structured glass mouldings, Tinted slightly with a sprightly green that now seems overwhelming, And when a city's that cold, you've only got one choice left, You've gotta burn it down, to heat the cold hearts up. So fire it up, but I know, what you don't know; That the fire will burn out, but its heat won't, Restore the natural etiquette, Of these lonesome people so we can live. 9 years of my life that I've wasted, Believing in something that could never be thought of as true, And the cold nights that froze us and all of these buildings, That we're burning to warm up our fingers, I'll keep on drinking to add to the piles of waste, Covering up old mistakes that we made, In parallel with shimmering from roses and diamonds, That peek out between cracks in cement and snow. So fire it up, but I know, what you don't know; That the fire will burn out, but its heat won't, Restore the natural etiquette, Of these lonesome people so we can live. Abandoned hotels and cold nights in winter, Chalet's in mountains that crowd all around, Staring towards our deafening anger, Reflecting it with a nonchalant gaze, And as we incur the wrath of our fires, With gas canisters and malignant hands, All that will be left will be charred homes and ashes, Spread out over hundreds of acres of land. So fire it up, but I know, what you don't know; That the fire will burn out, but its heat won't, Restore the natural etiquette, Of these lonesome people so we can live. And when a city's that cold, you've only got one choice left, You've gotta burn it down, to heat the cold hearts up.
My favourite lines are probably "And when a city's that cold, you've only got one choice left, You've gotta burn it down, to heat the cold hearts up."