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!