The Burning Sons

Feed the Rhino

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!