Few Left Standing. Burn Me To The Ground. Zeneszám

You think you can walk all over me
Spit on and throw your weight around
Call me what you will hypocrite

Turn the other cheek
And forgiveness gives you an outlet
To overpower me my God will keep me sustained but

You will have to burn me to the ground
You will have to burn me to the ground

Burn me, burn me
Burn me, burn me
Burn me, burn me
Burn me, burn me