Texty:
Burst

Feigned, the image of a world unfolds Deluded but divine It sees us mocking gifted grace A stolen self will not succumb See your face in the mirror It

All that I see can conceive Your wanton indifference derides Decisions weren't hard to deceive How we fooled ourselves when it died Searching for a new

Let's pretend were not needy. Let's pretend our hearts still beat. Clumsy enough to fall for anything. Let's pretend we fall in love tonight, Below

songwriters chain their songs sink to the beat to their ankles and bursts under pressure 'til it stops and let it let it burst and bloom burst

this is the bed that i have made this is the grave where i will lay i dont believe in wasting time these are the hands where i will bury my face searching

freedom, but nobody hear you The end of the world is true Burst command til war! War, war, war Burst command til war Burst command til war War!

This is pulse, this is sound This is the beat of new generation This is the movement, this is the rhythm This is noise of revolution Yeah, yeah Yeah

Hey baby, you never felt this good Freedom through the stereo and you wish you could Take a bite, do a dance and get lost on a crusade Jump on this soul

I took the first bus out of coca-cola city 'Cause it made me feel all nauseous and shitty I took the first bus out of shell town 'Cause they didn't want