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...