| [00:09.910] | We've been preaching the same old things over and over again We are trapped |
| [00:31.981] | in that same old routine where no one is listening. |
| [00:44.931] | We will become a memory |
| [01:09.178] | Not knowing what the future holds we stare into the past |
| [01:18.128] | with held-back tears and burning throats. |
| [01:25.697] | These caskets are our future homes |
| [01:31.150] | and these graveyards are our fate as we seek life in a |
| [01:35.542] | dying town. Every day passing |
| [01:42.994] | by is just another day that we manage to survive. Our |
| [01:45.945] | bodies fade away from bright to grey |
| [01:50.763] | and nothing will remain. Everything stays the same |
| [05:08.963] | These lovesongs are our eulogies and those empty beds |
| [05:17.316] | our tombs and we |
| [05:23.632] | sleep in sheets of broken glass and call a grave a home |
| [05:38.169] | We call these graves our homes |
| [06:24.937] | And how long must we wait to feel alive once in our lif |
| [06:29.115] | in this city of ghosts |
| [06:35.254] | We are tattered and torn and nothing will remain |
| [07:48.009] | We are broken and torn and everything stays the same |