Rare

It’s a rave in time and a hold on other men

It’s a fascist time where we build on other men

For me and mine we’re left to roam the streets

It’s a game in time and you’re going to face the beast

Can you see the hammer as it falls upon your face

Can you feel the tension as it wound up on the streets

And another mile extends beyond the built

And another hate will follow you to hell

Beelzebub all over wisdom

In fire you sing, the fire will burn you