Come on, seeker, if you willnBurn the streets and you will find nUs burning in the night, we're setting fire to city lightsnThe air, it's melting around usnnCome on, preachers, if you willnCrucify tonight in twonThere's no heart, no soul, no bones,nOnly midnight comatosenWatching the town, watching us all fall downnnIn the city we'll burnnRunning backwards, we'll burnnChasing ghosts and we will burnnJumping trains and we will burnnnCome on, creatures, if you willnThese conversations starting from the point where fiction becomes realnAnd the difference between exile and discoverynIs so small that now I know we'll need a fire to fight this firennIn the city, we'll burnnRunning backwards, we'll burnnChasing ghosts and we burnnJumping trains and we will burn