Here we are again with handguns for hearts

They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart

Nothing to hold. I'll hope to lead it

Nowhere left to go but 



Down, the flames of hell they give me hope

I drowned in oceans of this tragic part of 

Town, where nothing's heard for miles but the

Sound of children wishing they were safely underground



We are the walking burned, we hold this close to our arms

We take our daily breath and thank our unlucky scars

Tried to get by on bread and water

Craving blood poured from the alter now

Not much left to do but



Down and out and often in search for someone

Proud to translate what we truly dream

About, as we lay in this bed thinking out loud



?

In my broken telepathy

For I'm left with nothing but this

Bloodless river bank, West Memphis

Please, may you start praying for me



Down, the flames of hell they give me hope

I drowned in oceans of this tragic part of 

Town, where nothing's heard for miles but the

Sound of children wishing they were safely underground