Lyrics:

Burning man serve the machine the flesh is cheap a human tool to use bending words to fit your windowless world you claim the eyes of god its direction lost

Your heaven is crumbling away born sacred your prophecy turns to dust

The hate runs deep betrayed by all that you believe to be the truth burning man

Burning man serve the machine the flesh is cheap a human tool to use bending words to fit your windowless world you claim the eyes of god its direction lost

Your heaven is crumbling away born sacred your prophecy turns to dust