Alexisonfire

This town has its claws
buried in my neck
this town - it takes lives
without mercy
without hate
the streets are in distress
the sun suffocates behind darkened skies
The Grass is growing
on top of my feet
i'm sinking
wont be long
before im too deep to run
the line up seems endless
underneath the salvation signs
we are the dead ones
we are the lost cause
we are the bend before the break
our steps seal our fate
because this city, this city is haunted
by ghosts from broken homes
because this city, this city is haunted
and there's no hope left for these souls
Every step i take
i leave a small piece of myself behind
soon there will be nothing left
the cracks in the pavement
match the cracks in their weathered skin