I See Fire On My Screen

The sky bleeds black , the stars descend,
All roads collapse where echoes end.
A siren hums through ash and flame,
The earth forgets its sacred name.

The seas turn red, the ships are bare,
No breath of life remains to spare.
The air turns thick with smoke and fear,
As time dissolves, the end draws near.

I see their fire on my screen,
But here the streets stay cold and clean.
I feel the end in what they say,
I taste their fear from far away.

The buildings burn, the cities die,
Their echoes drowned beneath the sky.
The screen looks on — no tears, no sound,
While ash and silence cloak the ground.

The streets collapse where sirens ring,
As fire devours each living thing.
No mercy falls from blood‑stained skies,
Just smoke and screams where hope now dies.

I see their fire on my screen,
But here the streets stay cold and clean.
I feel the end in what they say,
I taste their fear from far away.

The fires burn along the street,
The soldiers march, the children flee.
The smoke turns day to endless night,
And nowhere left to run or hide.

The fires fade, the guns are still,
The broken weep beside the hill.
No home remains, no voice to pray,
Just dust and ghosts where children lay.

I see their fire on my screen,
But here the streets stay cold and clean.
I feel the end in what they say,
I taste their fear from far away.
I see their fire on my screen,
But here the streets stay cold and clean.
I feel the end in what they say,
I taste their fear from far away.
I feel the end in what they say,
I taste their fear from far away.

60s psychedelic folk
Medium to fast tempo 
Intense chorus 
Male singers