Skye :

Locked in a cell for your very last breath

How can it be that,

This is your death

Something is stirring, way underneath

As people ignite the last burning wreath

Friction is turning to fire

Friction is burning much higher

Men in high places

Cant understand

How to end trouble in this broken land

They have no idea and no feelings for love

Just send in the dogs and they stand well above

Friction is turning to fire

Friction is burning much higher

Spikey-T :

Them say me bringing the naughty dread

So now I fight for me life

Cant feel me youth and

Now cant feel me wife

Me a feature until you leave unpleased because

Try me call me and beg me for tease



make peace

Dont return to send the light out there

Thats why the friction cant seize, yeah



Skye :

Red is the vision,

Flames light the street

Danger in droves as we feel the heat

All coming together, the time is now ripe

Think for yourself and forget all the hype

Friction is turning to fire

Friction is burning much higher

Friction is turning to fire

Friction is burning much higher

Spikey-T : Fire brought to my babylon

Skye : Turning to fire

Spikey-T : Fire burning near my babylon, know how

Skye : Burning much higher

Spikey-T : Ill tell you fire burning the babylon

Skye : Turning to fire

Spikey-T : Fire burning down the babylon, know how

Skye : Burning much higher