Paroles: Art In Manila. Set The Woods On Fire.

We make things better, we make things hard
A shelter of sorrow grows in the dark
Oh, how long must the soul survive
Under the weight of these haunted pines?

Set the woods on fire
Set the woods on fire, now

Like [Incomprehensible] and the thin blue line
You're not guilty but you're doing time
Oh, how long must the soul endure
To find silences on [Incomprehensible]?

Set the woods on fire
Set the woods on fire, now

We make things better, we make things hard
We make things better, we make things hard, no
Oh, how high will the flames reach?
Behind every tree is just another dream

Set the woods on fire
Set the woods on fire
Set the woods on fire
Set the woods on fire, now