Let's set the world on fire.
Smoke a cigarette as we watch it burn.
We'll dance on the ashes.
Celebrate in the smoke.
It's time to burn it down.
Let's laugh at the chaos.
We have nothing left in this life to fear.
We have nothing left in this life.
Let's burn it all down.
We'll rejoice as this city falls.
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