Gone stale
Bitter air breathes through the phone
We've failed
To amend for all we wrote
We'll be better off alone
Dead end
In this town that's filled with holes
Let's avenge
The glory we were never owed
If we start anew
Under the city lights
It would be just right, I hope
But maybe destiny
Was that we'd be glued
To a lack of hope
But I'd hope to find
A new situation
New life
Neon lights and carbon cloak
The noise
Chime of freedom I have never known
But I think sometimes
Of what I left behind
Dirt roads and the peace of mind
But here the fight is fierce
For a single scrap
Sone have lost their lives
Hoping they would find
A new situation
