Anatomy of a Scene

As the they stand in ruins of cities
 the children play in ashes
 knee deep
 in our neglect
 our bags in overhead compartments
 so secure
 we walk with the world underneath our feet
 inside these cocoons made of band-aids and foam
 to stop the noises from bleeding in
 we like our music loud and different to alienate the masses
 run into the nightmare of self absorption
 we are what it takes to survive
 into the night we fall as pilots in paper planes
 we race against this coming rain
 out running this chance
 to prove that we are alive and we're here to stay
 we let this go
 our only chance to say
 our lives meant something more
 the air our fists are beating
 inside our hearts are bleeding
 we race to the end
 tonight we're dancing on the edge of reason
 pushing envelopes
 as if the postman could be tried for treason
 our canopy's covered in graffiti
 with no parachute we'll crash and burn
 baby burn
 without your calming fire we'll burn
 brilliantly without a cause...