The Modern Rome Burning Lyrics

How did we get into this mess? The question is a hypothetical. The answers are written on the face of the oppressed.Sent to death at just 19. Forever more to be unseen. His mother with tears in her eyes. Crying to god she calls out "Why?" She'll find out her answer on the face of the oppressed. I bow my head in respect of the dead. Because we're all bogged down. And there ain't no fucking SOS that's gonna save our sinking ship.

How did we get into this mess? The question is a bona fide literal. The answers are written on the face of the oppressed. We all know the answers why they sold a lie to build Versailles. You can roll over and die or you can reign down hell tonight. You'll find your answer on the face of the oppressed. In the ash of your city lies fertile ground. This is nation's burning, burning down. This nation's bruning to the ground. This is the modern Rome burning. Let it burn...This is New York burning. This is Boston burning. This is Ohama burning. This is Washington Burning. This is Pittsburgh burning. This is Birmingham burning.