Firestorm

This place, home for all generations, never’s been to small When all life worked hand in hand The centuries passed one by one Without changing the circumstances that we needed to be there Like a firestorm when all home dies and fear is born To feed the firestorm Like a firestorm that burns the ground you’re standing on We’ll feed the firestorm And then, slowly but surely, explorers and inventors stepped into The system they didn’t understand That’s when the trouble began And when the time marched on They had learned how to destroy Like a firestorm when all home dies and fear is born To feed the firestorm Like a firestorm that burns the ground you’re standing on We’ll feed the firestorm Like a firestorm when all home dies and fear is born To feed the firestorm Like a firestorm that burns the ground you’re standing on We’ll feed the firestorm The end of the story is: nothing’s impossible And that’s what we’re afraid of Apocalyptic signs, our homestead stands in flames Guess we missed the lesson modesty Like a firestorm when all home dies and fear is born To feed the firestorm Like a firestorm that burns the ground you’re standing on We’ll feed the firestorm Oh!