Burnt Anthem

Let the record show...

I took the whispers,

and I gave them a room to breathe.

(shhh) They shook their heads,

they call it madness Writing symphonies in the cold,

damp darkness Now the side-eyes are turning to applause And I'm mapping

the victories, counting the scars

(counting them all)

I took the strange things seriously

Built a palace out of what they feared

Now hear the march draw near

This is the monument of the broken and bold We wear our

scars like a crown of gold (look at us shine) From the

quiet corners where the wild ideas grow

We own the night,

and we won't let go

Confessional booth turned into a stage

Every secret ink-stained on the page (hahaha) No hiding the cracks where

the light gets through

We built a kingdom out of nothing new

Let the strings fade...

(soft hummm) Just the detuned piano and the crackle of the wax.

We took the strange things seriously.