Rising from the Dust

Fading echoes in the hollow room Shadows twist where the light once bloomed I chase the fragments of a shattered dream Whispers pulling at the seams No maps to guide this wandering soul Lost in the undertow Break the chains, scream into the void We're the outcasts, overjoyed in noise No pretty lies, just far and real Dancing on the edge of what we feel I'll turn it fire I'll turn it fire Running through the night We own the chaos Claim the fight Mirrors crack with every glance in sight Reflections swirl like a rising tide Painted faces in a world of grey I carve my path through the disarray Electric hum beneath my skin Where the wildfire Still begins And the same gives air Break the chains, scream into the void We're the outcasts, overjoyed in noise No pretty lies, just far and real Dancing on the edge of what we feel I'll turn it fire Running through the night We own the chaos Claim the fight We're the outcasts, overjoyed in noise We're the outcasts, overjoyed in noise We're the outcasts, overjoyed in noise No pretty lies, just far and real Dancing on the edge of what we feel We're the outcasts, overjoyed in noise We're the outcasts, overjoyed in noise I'll turn it fire Running through the night We own the chaos Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel Dancing on the edge of what we feel