Were upon the burnnnThe shadows of summernnThey bring us back in florescent lightnnBurned with the crowdnnnBreathe, give or take of what we havennTake a step towards or awaynnNo in between, theres no I do not believennBurn with the crowd as you fall into shamennnBurned by the crowd, ashes of shamennChoke on every word that you saidnnEvery word that you say is deadnnDeath to everyonennnYou take these final steps to lay these notes upon the sheets for usnnUntil the hate is gonennnLets play with your face on the floornnNow youre left at the edge of the swordnnDefeat has come and your choice is suicidennnBurned by the crowd