Oh, it’ll soon be my turn. Oh, I’ve been saving everything that can be burned. And, oh, this pile of life experience that I’ve learned. These feelings and emotions, now shared for you to learn… it’s not yet any of your concern. Oh, but it WILL BE! From the heat of this blaze, you’ll not be free. From the fire of a man, half crazed, no safety. From the heat of this blaze, you’ll not be free, even from the fire of a single man’s rage, no safety. You weren’t meant for this, and how could you be? From your throne on high, ignorant and carefree. The heat is rising, and the heat is rising. You’ve always been sheltered and no reason for woe. You’ve never truly sweltered or felt the burn of this glow… and, so it goes. A gust of fire now blows… a temperature rising from below, below, below! A heat rising and aimed, a plan to overthrow. Overthrow with an explosive manifesto, just so ya know… the heat is a-comin’. You weren’t meant for this, but how could you be? From your throne on high, ignorant. From your throne on high Ignorant.
