Superbowl

We'll see who can really stand the fire
We'll watch the flames rise and you shrink away
We built this kingdom on top of the pyre
We'll watch it all burn by the end of the day

We've taken pride in becoming the savages
No more lessers to force to carry the baggage
If you're gonna be bad, be the worst
Drink even their blood if it'll quinch the thirst

All the morals and lies, poor mother and father
It's not enough to be alive, but to burden a child with hell
Clarity for the sick, but they wouldn't even bother
Lost in the struggle for righteousness amongst the death they smell

There will be a judgement day, a day of reckoning
Rest high, for now, upon a seat of their suffering
So many lost and still so many awaiting their turn
Soon, it'll be enough, and will be your turn to burn

We'll see who can really stand the fire
We'll watch the flames rise and you shrink away
We built this kingdom on top of the pyre
We'll watch it all burn by the end of the day