This place, home for all generations, never's been to small When all life worked hand in hand The centuries pa**ed one by one Without changing the circumstances That we needed to be there Like a firestorm When all home dies and fear is born To feed the firestorm Like a firestorm That burns the ground you're standing on We'll feed the firestorm And then - slowly but surely - Explorers and inventors stepped into The system they didn't understand That's when the trouble began And when the time marched on They had learned how to destroy Like a firestorm... The end of the story is: nothing's impossible And that's what we're afraid of Apocalyptic signs, our homestead stands in flames Guess we missed the lesson modesty Like a firestorm...