Rise of the Fall - Faith No More

Rise and fall

Through it all

An olympus of friends

Highs and lows

And the broken prose

And our losses we’ll weigh

Game on

Buildings fall

But we’re standing tall

Where only chimneys remain

Beg for law

With a crying jaw

Like a jungle in flames

Game on

Gravity

It pulls our waves

And it creates

Monuments of flame

Every house in town

Burn it down

Burn it all down

Burn, burn, down, down…

Coming

The moments grow weak

Coming

With gloves at your throat

Burn it

Into the grave

Burn it

The freedom with heat

Burn it

Electrical thing

Burn it

Smell the white flame

Burn it

Smell the white flame

Burn it

Smell your filthy life

Burning!

What in this life

Lifts us up so high

Down to this campfire?

Around the coast

To the junkyards

When will I see you again?