STAFF SPOTLIGHT: Burden of a Day – Pilots & Paper Planes
As the shots rang out on the motorcade
As the shots rang out on the motorcade
I won’t forget but I’ll survive.
We fill our heads with lies and chemicals.
Empty, full of spite, let impulse decide.
Burn me at the stake on a lie, Cause my own mind wilts at the thought of being alive/
I’ll be the soul you consumed; you’ll be the salt in my wounds.
Your silhouette’s all around, it lives inside my head.
Stitched back together it seems, by the evil bride of his dreams.
Cut the lights, face yourself.