Take the moon, the stars, the tainted memories,
It will turn away,
Photographs of riots haunt you screaming in your sleep,
It will fade away. Take your hands off my hands,
A broken mirror scar,
The scattered image of defeat,
Take your hands off my hands,
I want to break it down,
I want to burn it to the ground., Take the light that shines upon you as you sleep,
It will fade away,
Fake the spectacle the camera shutter,
It's the blackest lie,
It's the blackest... Take your hands off my hands,
A broken mirror scar,
The scattered image of defeat,
Take your hands,
'Cause I'm trembling now,
I want to break it down,
I want to burn it to the ground.