Žodžiai dainai: Twelve Tribes. Midwest Pandemic. History Versus The Pavement.

Separate the kids before they kill themselves
They are right in their place under your gun
By the grace of this blessed gasoline
We awoke in the crash

In the wreckage we?ve come to accept
We refuse to be saved
And we?re under falling lights
Captured in the flames

Don?t let it come to this
We were caught looking back at the damage
You were wrong when you said it was over

In the wreckage we?ve come to accept
We refuse to be saved
And we?re under falling lights
Captured in the flames

Lay your conscious down
And forget everything you?ve been told