Sometimes the mind is full of thunder
Hope’s just a kiss away
Sometimes I don’t know if I’m going under
Or making love with the rain

Sometimes I’m sleeping with knives and bullets
Sometimes I’m lost in violet shades
But in this [bad word] by anger
I’m making on the road of grace

Burn
Burn
Burn
Fear

Are we caught up in the wrong defences
Getting lost in blackened skies
Dreams are sold inside a system
That is made to devide

Sometimes we need to stand above the radar
To flight the symptoms of the lie
Sometimes we need to hide within the starlight
 [bad word] from the building eye

Burn
Burn
Burn
Fear

Who’s fighting for us
In this wasted game
Who’s fighting for us
At the end of each day
Who’s fighting for us
When the money is made
Who’s fighting for us
Anyway?

Burn
Burn
Burn
Fear