Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burned Device, artist - Flotsam & Jetsam. Date of issue: 30.04.1990
Song language: English
Burned Device |
| Down in the deep, black hole of my heart |
| I feel the pain inside of the dreams that died |
| And I saw a dark message clawed on a wall today, it said |
| «Forever burn this world, it’s far too late» |
| Now I stare out my window, I see the towers rise |
| Toxics seep into my backyard before my very eyes |
| Industrial revolution, no other solution |
| For the junk cultured junkies needs |
| So I take a deep breath 'cause it ain’t over yet |
| The machine it’s got to bring you down to your knees |
| Outside the gates of redemption inside my happy home |
| Contact with big Mr. Mega Bucks on my cellular phone |
| Dollar for dollar, the business hounds holler |
| Sour mouthed stomachs well fed |
| And I’m moving the game yet I still complain |
| The paranoia, it swells inside my head |
| How will I ever know which way the wind blows |
| Will there be no place to hide when the storm comes down |
| To tear off my hide |
| Defenseless, rich or poor |
| When the wolves start gathering 'round my door |
| Self-destructed, I never anticipated |
| Such pain from the things that I’ve created |
| Burn, burn, burn |
| Burn, the device and the ice that’s in my heart |
| Burn down the lies and the hatred in my eyes |
| Let it burn, burn to see the world turn |
| And it’s all there in front of me |
| And I feel compelled to make you see reality |
| This is the turning point, these are the crossroads |
| Detonated lunacy and it’s not a dream |
| It’s not a dream |
| No greener sky, no blacker sea |
| No greater war inside of me |
| Now I stare out my window, the patients on the lawn |
| Loved ones visiting hours wonder what went wrong, wrong, wrong |
| Outside the gates of redemption, my mind is never alone |
| Hospitalized, lobotomized, big machine, please come take me home |
| How will I ever know which way the wind blows |
| Will there be no place to hide when the storm comes down |
| To tear off my hide |
| Defenseless, rich or poor |
| When the wolves start gathering 'round my door |
| Self-destructed, I never anticipated |
| Such pain from the things that I’ve created |
| Burn, burn, burn |
| Burn, the device and the ice that’s in my heart |
| Burn down the lies and the hatred in my eyes |
| Let it burn, burn to see the world turn |
| But it’s all there in front of me |
| And I feel compelled to make you see |
| This is reality |