Текст песни Burn

Like yesterday. The airs too cold to talk.

The airs so cold I cough.

As I walk and think about our lives.

Which waste away with hate.

With contaminated days.

Quarantined and left to rot.

Pull it apart. Pull it apart. Pull it apart. I Rise - Burn - http://ru.motolyrics.com/i-rise/burn-lyrics.html

Our sick convoluted lives are binding us to our false dreams of greatness.

These "expectations" we strive for, these futures we carve in stone. We

Must, Burn.

I don't know, what's keeping, keeping us bound in chains.

These realizations are too many we must break away.

(Pull it apart) we must, (pull it apart) break away