Yes it's awful, true
Do we mean the things we do?
It's all repeating
And we forget
We go and burn it down again
Are we children of men?
What are we willing to let happen?
The past was brutal
But who's to blame?
We go and burn it down again
Quench the flame
Quench the flame
Are we honest enough?
What's the point of breaking up?
Just to restart the game
The game that no one admits we play
Quench the flame
Quench the flame
Quench the flame
Quench the flame
I teach you how to treat me
I teach you how much to care
I teach you how to treat me
I push you away
