| Song | Burning House |
| Artist | Rabia Sorda |
| Album | Noise Diary |
| This is just my perfect disease | |
| But life keeps changing everyday | |
| These walls tell me lick your wounds | |
| The sky falls on me and | |
| I wonder again | |
| These bombs don't drop, | |
| The sun is dying again | |
| Ashes of the pain, out of the flames | |
| In this burning house no one is safe | |
| All what's left inside here is the wound | |
| Don't let me die, don't let me die again | |
| These bombs don't drop, the sun is dying again | |
| Don't let me die, don't let me die again | |
| These bombs don't drop, the sun is dying again |
| This is just my perfect disease | |
| But life keeps changing everyday | |
| These walls tell me lick your wounds | |
| The sky falls on me and | |
| I wonder again | |
| These bombs don' t drop, | |
| The sun is dying again | |
| Ashes of the pain, out of the flames | |
| In this burning house no one is safe | |
| All what' s left inside here is the wound | |
| Don' t let me die, don' t let me die again | |
| These bombs don' t drop, the sun is dying again | |
| Don' t let me die, don' t let me die again | |
| These bombs don' t drop, the sun is dying again |