The Burning Sons

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!