Lyrics

Burn
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Burn like a demon
staring up at the sun too long
I have no sense of reason
I did once but now its gone

their hands are in your pockets
the hands that hold and take away
when they come at you
when they come what will you say?

It call rain to the surface
It pull fire up from the ground
The force of every purpose
the bottom of every sound

their hands are in your pockets
the hands that hold and take away
when they come at you
when they come what will you say?

Burn like a demon
staring up at the sun too long
I have no sense of reason
I did once but now its gone

their hands are in your pockets
the hands that hold and take away
when they come at you
when they come up what will you say?

Got their hands all in your pockets
Hands so cold they shake the dead
when they come at you
when they come all up for your head

got there hands all in your pockets
Hands so old they wake the dead
and they wake the dead