Songtexte:
Burnt

: I swear this time is real. I swear this time is real. Stood back and took some copious notes observation lent some truth evaluated where I stand. Dove

: Bullshit knocks you over the head like a ton of bricks CNN kills brain cells like alcohol PR feeds the rage but the clear answers never come. It's

: [Instrumental]

: "The high office of the President has been used to foment a plot to destroy the President John Fitzgerald Kennedy - In a speech made to Columbia University

truth. But I want it back with no looking back. So tell the truth and run. I'll take it in, like a shot of gas burned into my brain like the sun. No

to move like this without having walked through your door. I would not. No, not without having my eyes shut... or having watched them burn. Shaped, redirected

: Maybe I should just kill you now. When we turn our backs on our consciousness we put more than ourselves at risk. I could kill you. I could burn your

: I'm Staring into the sun, waiting for it to fall down. I've collapsed over this madness. My hair has been pulled out. I've tried, but to no avail.

: I'm walking through the door and I know what i'm going to see once I get around the bend. I know what I'm going to get through the wall after one hour