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Feed the fire a listless fuelAnd let the flames lull you back to sleepFor a second thereYou almost seemed aliveAnd yea, this is another protest songBut it's one that needs to be sungThe words will stick and never let you goNewspaper says they're building war machinesInk bleeds onto your clothes, washes right off(Truth is debatable)So pull those blankets over your headAnd avert your eyes to the raging fireThe one that youHelped igniteAnd yea, this is another protest songBut who am I to expect you to hear?The words, they stickAnd never let you goReaching for the prize but it's too lateIt's goneLetras de cancionesGrasping for the trophy, but it's too lateIt's goneAnd when the flames subsideWe'll send those machines out to seaChances are, we'll be sending you with them From Letras Mania