Anatomy of a Scene - Burden Of A Day

As the they stand in ruins of cities

The children play in ashes

Knee deep

In our neglect

Our bags in overhead compartments

So secure

We walk with the world underneath our feet

Inside these cocoons made of band-aids and foam

To stop the noises from bleeding in

We like our music loud and different to alienate the masses

Run into the nightmare of self absorption

We are what it takes to survive

Into the night we fall as pilots in paper planes

We race against this coming rain

Out running this chance

To prove that we are alive and we’re here to stay

We let this go

Our only chance to say

Our lives meant something more

The air our fists are beating

Inside our hearts are bleeding

We race to the end

Tonight we’re dancing on the edge of reason

Pushing envelopes

As if the postman could be tried for treason

Our canopy’s covered in graffiti

With no parachute we’ll crash and burn

Baby burn

Without your calming fire we’ll burn

Brilliantly without a cause…