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