False alarm, theres 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 
Its 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 
Its 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 
Its too late to start over 
Sanding wide eyed, they get chills 
Waiting for the next one 
To burn down 
Whats at stake is more than just the martyr 
Its 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