Fuse

Grammatrain

Take a look around you, can't you feel the disease 
Some want to save their soul, some save the trees 
The whole world is going down 
Like a bottle rocket flies to its death and 
I can't help but think that I might barely make it to my last breath 

Going, going, going down 
Can't you won't you hear the sound 
Going, going, going 

How long can someplace last that's dominated by 
F-15s, M-16s grenades and 45s? 
People hate and can't relate to ourselves 
The smell of hell is growing well 
Escape from what I deserve is something I would never sell 

Does anybody else see this as irony? 
We strive to live for peace 
And we nailed Him to our tree 

People wonder where its safe 
While bombers want to show their hate 
Wives and husbands want new mates 
Rock stars strive to seal their fate 
Peace is crumbling, wars still breaking 
Families disintegrate 
Children die, convenience sake 
Nation disassociates 
Nation disassociates, nation disassociates 
Nation disassociates, nation disassociates