Paroles de Grunge

Is this the price that we pay For the result of today Is this the place we would stay Forever fighting and praying No one is, no one is sick It's just the sign that we picked The choice to live in the fiction Blowing up some of the questions All alone... We are... Burning, burning, all the world on fire Burning, burning, falling up in colors Somewhere up there we will get some answers Some signs offline that we thought were online Is this the price that we pay For the result of this pattern Is this the place we could stay Forever searching and praying All alone... We are... Burning, burning, all the world on fire Burning, burning, falling up in colors Somewhere up there we will get some answers Some signs offline that we thought were online