A thousand times I’ve waited
I’ve burned out. 
Flushed with hearts 
I turn back after the fall 
and we watch them burn 

the ashes slip through your fingers 
while you try to grasp what once was yours 
but your cries fall on deaf ears 
play with matches and people burn. 

Why deal me a hand in this? 
Its true I could of stopped it 
was it even my place 
to stop the start of the end. 

Watch them burn!

I know how you feel 
broken and bruised 
I know that you are 
cold and used 

and we'll watch them burn
and we'll watch them burn