False alarm, there's no sympathy for time cut short The mind is numb to the feelings hooked on life support To sustain this dead world
Brain alive with faulty wires that run their eyes Lost in hotels with Bibles under TV guides Kill them all and hope things get much better
Were all addicts looking for the next fix
Why do we always stare into the headlights? We can only burn the witch one time Were falling Like power lines It's too late to start over
Burned alive, but one at a times not fast enough Adrenaline pumps from the silent screams they hear from up above Kill them all And let God make more killers
It's entertainment for the massive empty graves
Why do we always stare into the headlights? We can only burn the witch one time Were falling Like power lines It's too late to start over
Sanding wide eyed, they get chills Waiting for the next one To burn down
What's at stake is more than just the martyr It's us all Even as heat rises, well watch some smoke fall
What if the departed hoped to be something While you were pointing fingers like a gun? Is it so hard to see both sides of this? Your answer is not the only one You are not the only one