Fuse Lyrics - Flying - Grammatrain

Take a look around you, can't you feel the disease 

Some want to save their soul, some save the trees 

The whole world is going down 

Like a bottle rocket flies to its death and 

I can't help but think that I might barely make it to my last breath 

Going, going, going down 

Can't you won't you hear the sound 

Going, going, going 

How long can someplace last that's dominated by 

F-15s, M-16s grenades and 45s? 

People hate and can't relate to ourselves 

The smell of hell is growing well 

Escape from what I deserve is something I would never sell 

Does anybody else see this as irony? 

We strive to live for peace 

And we nailed Him to our tree