Up in Flames [Serbian translation]

Keeping on the outside

Glimmer in the moonlight

Only shadows tell where we are

Creeping on the edge of the dark

We feel warmth in the cold corners

Eyes in the back of our heads

We roll out when the day's over

Chasing silhouettes

When it all goes up in flames

We'll be the last ones standing

Be the last ones

City made of thin glass

Smoldering in pitch black

Sin so thick you can't see the stars

Can't tell good and evil apart

• Artist:Sam Tinnesz