[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