Smash glass against the wall Curse the music on the radio that the neighbours play. Door slams, she turns her head Watches through the window as he pulls away Funny how your racing brain drives you so mad When all the while you feel so numb Too old to be clean far too young to be broken Like an army we come
Cut back, left behind I watched you self-destructing oh so many times Shot down, once again Sitting in a chair crying what am I going to do with my life? Just learn to hide the way that you really feel Never let them know that you're scared But understand that you're not the special only one Watch us now, watch us real close
How we all dance with this fire 'cause it's all that we know And as the spotlight turns toward us, we all try our best to show We are lost we are freaks, we are crippled, we are weak We are the heirs, we are the true heirs, to all the world
Let's go build a fire down on the empty beach when the waves are crashing high White heat purify, as the sparks fly up into the great black sky Sacrifice these crutches to the crackling flames Stand as silhouettes against the dawn It's far too late to try to sleep now, seems I'm never tired any more
I want to dance with this fire 'cause it's all that I know We are lost we are freaks And we try our best to show
Compositores: Justin Edward Sullivan (Slade The Leveller), Robert Charles Heaton (Artthrobbe Rokk) ECAD: Obra #4425111