Melody of Catastrophe
I want to hear the city erupt
in a melody of catastrophe
Maybe we can burn the corrupt
But that would make them no less than me
I want them to be less than me.
I refuse to let them become the tragedy.
People will praise their names
When will the human race truly see
The higher are just into playing games
I want to see the city aflame
in a melody of catastrophe
Maybe we are all the same
But that would make them no less than me
I want them to be less than me.
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