It's a fire spreading, as it moves It's a glacier; it's the flu It's your eyes concrete miles It's your conscience and your lawyer's smile It's an country at the mouth No gun, no cloud It's a mother with a boy in hell And it's a flag-draped down an oil well It's an school-girl and bound It's a camp; it's a long way down It's the bracing of now And it's the damn turned out, alright It's a to with your god in step It's his name in your mouth; it's his on your neck It's a farm boy over dirt And he's the 'Our Father' in spurts Now that's his rifle and it no lies It's his in your stomach, it's no alibi But the lies on the side With an truth for his holy night He sees the and the star in the sky And the call of milk and from the afterlife And as he to the checkpoint, he is calm and sure It's damage; it's the cost of war It's bag of for the Gods to sort It's just bag of for the Gods to sort Well it's a disappearing, all the fly south In a heatwave, in a crowd It's an Militia, kids with sub-machines It's a diamond on your bride-to-be It's the lining up at gate It's the worth facing, way too late It's the of modernity, go get what's yours Til there's leftover to go get no more And it's not what we're owed, but it's what we've earned And it's than we realize, and it's time now to burn And oh it's time now to burn And oh it's time now to burn And oh it's time now to burn, to burn