Clean my soul with fire
Wash my sins in the water
Feel my blood run higher
Feed my sons and daughters
I count the burn marks on the pavement
There's a beauty in the way this city scars
So dry your skies, their heavy with tears
She's crying: (wouh wouh wouh)
In the night my cities weeping
I hear these empty buildings sighing with the wind
A choir of a million tired out voices
They're singing (wouh wouh wouh)
They're singing (wouh wouh wouh)
[They're singing!]
Clean my soul with fire
Wash my sins in the water
Feel my blood run higher
Feed my sons and daughters
Choking on the truth
Breathing in the fumes
Building off the back of our own youth
On fire
Wash my sins in the water
In the night you'll hear the screaming
It's never quite far enough away
A choir of a million tired out voices
They're singing (wouh wouh wouh)
We're singing (wouh wouh wouh)
[They're singing! They're singing! They're singing!]
Clean my soul with fire
Wash my sins in the water
Feel my blood run higher
Feed my sons and daughters
Choking on the truth
Breathing in the fumes
Building off the back of our own youth
On fire
Wash my sins in the water
Clean my soul with fire
Wash my sins in the water
Feel my blood run higher
Feed my sons and daughters
Choking on the truth
Breathing in the fumes
Building off the back of our own youth
On fire
Wash my sins in the water
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