Luyện nghe bài hát Anatomy of a Scene

As the they stand in ruins of
the children play in
knee
in our
our bags in compartments
so
we with the world underneath our feet
inside these cocoons made of band-aids and
to the noises from bleeding in
we our music loud and different to alienate the masses
run into the of self absorption
we are it takes to survive
the night we fall as pilots in paper planes
we against this coming rain
out running this
to that we are alive and we're here to stay
we let go
our only to say
our lives something more
the air our fists are
inside our are bleeding
we to the end
tonight we're on the edge of reason
pushing
as if the postman could be for treason
our canopy's in graffiti
with no parachute we'll and burn
burn
without your calming fire we'll
without a cause...