when all life worked hand in hand the centuries passed one by one without changing the circumstances that we needed to be there
Like a firestorm when all home dies and fear is born to feed the firestorm Like a firestorm that burns the ground you're standing on we'll feed the firestorm
And then - slowly but surely - explorers and inventors stepped into the system they didn't understand that's when the trouble began and when the time marched on they had learned how to destroy
Like a firestorm...
The end of the story is: nothing's impossible and that's what we're afraid of apocalyptic signs, our homestead stands in flames guess we missed the lesson modesty
