the city grieves like widows clasping folded flags against their hearts raindrops spill like dirt and roses on black coffins in the dark not yet corpses, still we rot, oblivious to our decay drinking poison drop by drop destined to die
Unless we save our lives from the coming tide That seeks to drown us in its waves But if we sell our soul for the chance of gold Then we'll rue each passing day
and i swear this place once was alive the streets all pulsed like living veins heart was beating coarse with blood the buildings breathe each time they sway
the time of death punctuated by the bells the sky turned red then came the rain
come on let's save our lives from the coming tide that seeks to drown us in its waves but if we sell our soul for the chance of gold then we'll rue each passing day
this world will crush you from the top i'd rather die i would rather chase them down these worlds are crashing forward this time they're sitting blind down, our true fates will be dropped
like fallen soldiers on these fields we spent our lives bodies holed up on the wheels i swear we tried i gave up on this godforsaken sight and i felt it all pass by
come on let's save our lives from the coming tide that seeks to drown us in its waves but if we sell our soul for the chance of gold then we'll rue each passing day
so save our our lives it's coming clear yeah it's been coming clear to me we'll never sell our soul for the chance of gold and we'll live each passing day