Friction

Locked in a cell for your very last breath How can it be that this is your death? Something is stirring, way underneath As people ignite the last burning wreath Friction is turning to fire Friction is burning much higher Men in high places can't understand How to end trouble in this broken land They have no idea and no feelings for love Sending the dogs and they stand well above Friction is turning to fire Friction is burning much higher Them say me bringing the naughty dread, so now I fight for me life Can't feel me youth and now can't feel me wife Me a feature until you leave unpleased because Try me call me and beg me for tease, watch out Some of them may try out to wipe out my piece Lock down and help me get down to make peace Don't return to send the light out there That's why the friction can't seize, yeah Red is the vision Flames light the street Danger in droves as we feel the heat Coming together, the time is now ripe Think for yourself and forget all the hype Friction is turning to fire Friction is burning much higher Friction is turning to fire Friction is burning much higher Fire brought to my Babylon Turning to fire Fire burning near my Babylon, no, oh Burning much higher I'll tell you fire burning the Babylon Turning to fire Fire burning down the Babylon, no, oh Burning much higher Burn in it on, burn in it on Burn in it on, burn in it on Burn in it on, burn in it on On, on, on On, on, on