Separate the kids before they kill themselves
They are right in their place under your gun
By the grace of this blessed
gasoline
We awoke in the crash
In the wreckage weve come to accept
We refuse to be saved
And were under falling
lights
Captured in the flames
Dont let it come to this
We were caught looking back at the damage
You were wrong when you
said it was over
In the wreckage weve come to accept
We refuse to be saved
And were under falling lights
Captured in the
flames
Lay your conscious down
And forget everything youve been told
