Backdraft Lyrics


Open the eyes and wake up now

and hardly earn the rightful salary

it's time to turn yourself into a full-time worker

to look can be deceiving

it's not an usual day

With fire and brimstone

your bodies and souls will be led away

victims of the backdraft

during the night you became martyrs

The great company warrants only money

but fucking odds for simple families

the burning smell and the melted skin don't appear

on their filthy contract at will

it's not an usual day

a night filled with death

yeah, your loved ones are waiting invane

your return home

surprises are often not pleasant

infamous odds!

Yeah, bastard managers are guilty of an horrible carnage

until the last day they will be haunted

by spirits and smell of burning flesh

with fire and brimstone

your bodies and souls will be led away

victims of the backdraft

during the night you became martyrs