Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn
When you're behind these eyes
More than chaos
Pure nostalgia inside
There will be more
We are, fallen angels
Burning sons
We are, broken angels
Burn
Burn
Bodies lay across the floor, beaten backwards
All the things that you ignore
They will come, crashing down
(Crashing down, crashing down, crashing down)
Scars on your hands, scars on your hands from the fires
So listen hard this is your wish list
We're only victims, of all the symptoms you've caused
See these fires now they burn for you
Grab your hearts, grab your hopeless hearts
We are the burning sons
Grab your hearts, grab your hopeless hearts
We are the burning sons
We are the burning sons
We are, fallen angels
Burning sons
We are, broken angels
We are, fallen angels
Burning sons
We are, broken angels
Burn
Burn