Fuse

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