Synth based song of my description of the inner city
acoustic alternative avan
Story behind the song
another song i wrote whilst living amongst the gangs...some things will never change and this type of violence is one of them as it's a learned behavior and a way of life for many...
Lyrics
Fuel For The Fire
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Something's goin' wrong, we've got trouble in the city
where the once streets of gold are all but gone...
I’ve looked across the ash blackened, churning river
where the charred and hollow walls, not so ancient, fall...
...gunfire riles...while scant sights of life appear, then gone
if ever there was reason from anybody leaving I'm witness to the madness that goes on & on...
......and in the shadows is the face of the beast
...his teeth are dripping with the blood of the feast
he’s growing larger with each victim he eats...you'd better run...and you'd better run...
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Something’s going wrong, we've got panic in the city
and it's hard to tell which way to run...
there's red-lights in the dark, screaming sirens in the distance
and night after night it goes on and on...
...Gangus Khan...is long gone, so we believed
but the writings on the wall tell the reoccurring story
of the fury of a city in the state of siege...
......and from the shadows comes the hand of the beast
...with lighting terror he devours with ease
you never know which way he's going to reach...you’d better run...and you’d better run...
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...fuel for the fire...fuel for the fire to keep it burning...
...fuel for the fire...fuel for the fire, we let it burn...
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Something’s going wrong, there's too much anger in the city
there's venom in the air we have to breathe...
the vengeance of a world that has lost it's only feeling
to the baptism of fire in a bitter sea...
...the echoed cry...eye for eye, avenge what's gone
fathers to sons, and mothers to daughters, it feeds itself and goes on and on...
......in the shadows is the face of the beast
...his teeth are dripping with the blood of the feast
he’s growing larger with each victim he eats...you’d better run...
......and from the shadows comes the hand of the beast
...with lighting terror he devours with ease
you never know which way he's going to reach...you’d better run...and you’d better run...
...fuel for the fire...we’re all just fuel for the fire...*
