Cities Burn کے بول

Woah oh Woah oh Woah oh Woah oh I woke up sweat soaked in the morning I was mourning freedom buried deep. Mourning freedom buried deep. In tickers and broadcasts through power lines. Freedom buried in sound bites, buried in headlines And we sing Woah oh Woah oh Woah oh Woah oh A nation in fervor has given up. No, no, no, this fight has just begun. With movements and revolutions as few and far between. As movements and revolutions will ever come to be This scare is blood soaked red - soaked red Marked down the last words that you said, as we watched this city Woah oh Woah oh Watch it burn! Woah oh Woah oh Alright! It's beaten in and beaten in. We're coming back around again. It's beaten in and beaten in. We're coming back around again This scare is blood soaked red - soaked red Marked down the last words that you said, as we watched this city Fall and hit the ground No one can ever replace what we've lost now. Fall and hit the ground No one can ever replace what we've lost now, yeah! We're coming back around Woah oh Woah oh We're coming back around Woah oh Woah oh We're coming back around Woah oh Woah oh We're coming back around Woah oh Woah oh We're coming back around Woah oh Woah oh We're coming back around Woah oh Woah oh We're coming back around Woah oh Woah oh We're coming back around