Saul

wish to burn this dead city to save my life, to save yours.
The smell of ashes could get me better 'cause I shine alone
 in this lifeless crowd.
Like everyday I have to live I have to smile when their 
eyes deceive.
Like every Saturday night that I won't live.
I wish to see their carrions bleed so I could say 
everything is as it should be.
In the darkness I will survive.