Its a blow out nation This is a dead end road from here its our own creation this is another bad time to be.... Its a mess running fast Its a pace that I roll Its a blast its a mess a place to call my own
You see us falling one by one You wont see us drowning
We've got no time to stand in line and give up on the bright city lights we dont feel obligated to every single god you crown you pull me down its been like this for far too long but times are gonna change....
Its the final station This is your last chance to enroll A dead generation you'll pave your own highway to Hell if i'm going away this old dirty dog will stay No matter how youll try to get to me....
No matter how
We've got no time to stand in line and give up on the bright city lights we dont feel obligated to every single god you crown you pull me down its been like this for far too long and times are gonna change....
Guess somethings went wrong along the way Realitly has shown me better days Then ever seem to come around