Clean Sweep

Scrach the surface of your fear, take a look inside it Books on fire everywhere. Our work? You got it right
We`d never missed a chance to destroy whatever comes our way
So, day by day-it goes on forever
Burning the age page after page — leaving the stage to you
No excuses, no regrets-wiping out the magic
Things we`d never understand`re dying `til the tragic,
final point of no return. You can see it coming in the dark
Behind your back step by step it`s climbing
up to the top of your world… I`m waiting