Treeland
Being Dead
3:36Hit the ground And surround Lay the course Reinforce Stick it to the heat! Rush the flame We must contain The drama of The rising claim Stick it to the heat! Pulling, aiming, squeezing. Move! Through the burning, tender night Racing to the fire bright Sound the sirens, flash the lights Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba Mute the glow Arm the hose Hold the flow But the fire grows And there’s no retreat! Danger strikes In the tomb The fighters are fighting They are consumed And there’s no retreat! Pulling, aiming, squeezing. Move! Pulling, aiming, squeezing and move! If I could turn back time I’d live by the oceanside And die by pacific waves But I’m melting away Angels flying side by side a’Dorning wings make fire flies It’s hard to die but what a treat When you fly with angel wings Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba