Some people say the end is near
and some say that it's already here.
But I won't feel the slightest fear,
if my arms are full of you.
Maybe we will suffocate
in poison fumes and clouds of hate.
But I don't care about my fate,
if my arms are full of you.
I just want to hold you while the world burns.
Let it burn, burn, burn.
Crushed by the oceans mighty waves
or ripped apart by robotic slaves.
I won't mind the crowded graves,
if my arms are full of you.
Burned alive by bitter ash
or a supernovas blinding flash.
I won't feel that biting lash,
if my arms are full of you.
I just want to hold you while the world burns.
Let it burn, burn, burn.
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
I just want to hold you while the world burns.
