I'm picking up papers
And it's looking like we're failing
The sky has started falling
And the blood runs through our hallways
I'm looking at faces
Of people pushing pages
Of promises and fables
And I'm wondering what is stable
I wade through the mire
Of my desperate desire
To guide it from turning
As I witness it burning
I'm looking for glory
At the end of the story
But there's no happy endings
Setting fire to the best things
Setting fire to the best things
Setting fire to the best things
Setting fire to the best things
Setting fire to the best things
(All is, all is, all is)
Setting fire to the best things (on the line)
(We're rolling, rolling, rolling)
Setting fire to the best things (out the fire)
(All is, all is, all is)
Setting fire to the best things (on the line)
(We're rolling, rolling, rolling)
Setting fire to the best things (out the fire)
(All is, all is, all is)
Setting fire to the best things (on the line)