| (Big Calm) | |
| 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 | |
| Can't 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 | |
| Them say me bringing the naughty dread | |
| Spikey-T : | |
| So now I fight for me life | |
| Can't feel me youth and | |
| Now can't feel me wife | |
| Me a feature until you leave unpleased because | |
| Try me call me and beg me for tease | |
| ??? | |
| ??? make peace | |
| Don't return to send the light out there | |
| That's why the friction can't 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 | |
| Turning to fire | |
| Burning much higher | |
| Turning to fire | |
| Burning much higher........ |