Alkaline Trio

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
Our demise has been completed now
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