Tonight we watch the city glow
With the power off, and nobody knows
Why we did it, and and if they did,
They'd realize they're not victims,
Just witnesses

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Flames fix this wounded city
Like surgeons incisions, cut so deep
Eight behind the eyes they find the disease,
A memory, a history beneath these streets never supposed to be seen

And the air is warm breath I feel it,
On my face, and it travels, straight through it,
To somewhere I don't know, between here,
The present and some sort of heaven,
A potential fit
A heart which beats beneath these ashes

A heart which beats beneath these ashes
A heart which beats beneath these ashes
A heart which beats beneath these ashes
A heart which beats beneath these ashes
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
Can you feel it

[Chorus]

Flames fix this wounded city
Like surgeons incisions, cut so deep
Eight behind the eyes they find the disease,
A memory, a history beneath these streets that's never supposed to be seen
Supposed to be seen
Supposed to be seen
Supposed to be seen
Supposed to be seen

We will turn ourselves in
They can have the matches
What good's hiding evidence
When you can learn from it
What good's hiding evidence
When you can learn from it
What good's hiding evidence
When you can learn from it
What good's hiding evidence
What good's hiding evidence
What good's hiding evidence
What good's hiding evidence