The rivers are on fire!
The rivers are on fire, been lit by evil liars
They're leading to our houses and burning them to the ground
Animals are dead but the liars seem to be getting proud
Ambition leads to misery as Frankenstein will see
Elizabeth is dead already and soo too, will you, and me
The rivers are on fire!
The rivers are on fire!
La ti da, la ti da
The rivers are on fire, turned into smoke by pliers
Held by filthy hands owned by the greedy and the power
Who pollute the beauty in a place without a tower
Suffocate the flames to put them out, it's the only hope
But not before we throw the evil out and cut the bastards' rope
The rivers are on fire!
The rivers are on fire!
La ti da, La ti da
Maybe this is not how it was meant to be
Maybe your tower isn't as important as a tree
Give me back the tranquil and sublime
Give me back what's morally mine
I beg you, stop and open your eyes
All is dying below the blue skies
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