Old World Burning

Tie my rope and hold it tight
Before I change my mind
We have been guided by the blind
For far too long...

Following this false god, all covered in gold
All the remaining parts of the old

The old world is turning to ash
Flames reach to the sky
In the warmth of burning homes
Everything familiar dies

Less is more.
Is it really so, behind the iron doors?
Flogging with thorns
Would you take the next hit for me?
I can't take this anymore...