Fan the Flame Lyrics

Persevering in the world of bias
Reality of exclamation marks
Where mediocrity becomes the new extraordinaire
All in rapture
Before another golden calf

Long has man squandered his dignity
Gone are the last vestiges of virtue
All value erased
By laudations of weakness
No one dares to call by name

Higher!
We fan the flame

When all profoundness seems to be but a cause long lost
And relativism seems to have no end
Instead of keeping our intentions pure
We play the same old guessing game

And no one cares the stakes have never been high for us
We are all losers at the end of the day
Seeking comfort in feverish laughter
Hopelessly pretending someone else

Higher!
We fan the flame
Dalej
We fan the flame