This Town, Your Grave

Face down in a population that God has left behind, In these barren streets the neon lights will be your guide. All their limbs are stretched holidng tight what could have been, No-one here is innocent because we can't forgive. God made this place a haven for the motionless and weak, A paradise of endless hope no progress to be seen. The houses are abandoned by those who could escape. While we will be the future and you, You will never change. Washing your hands in blood won't take away the stain. Since there's no room in heaven, He made this town, This town, your grave. The cross they bear, A burden that they just can't stand. They are holding on to nothing, Time is slipping through their hands. So easily they point the finger, the first to pass the blame. While we will be the future, and you, YOU WILL NEVER CHANGE. YOU WILL NEVER CHANGE. Washing your hands in blood won't take away the stain. Since there's no room in heaven, he made this town, This town, your grave.