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