Sound of children wishing they were safely underground
Please, I'm begging you to stop praying for me
Town, where nothing's heard for miles but the
Nothing to hold, all hope deleted
Proud to translate what we truly dream
Craving blood poured from the altar, now
Tried to get by on bread and water
Drown in flames of miscommunication
I Drown, in oceans of this tragic part of
Our demise has been completed, now
For I'm left with nothing but this
We take our daily breath and thank our unlucky stars
We are the walking dead, we hold this ghost in our arms
About, as we lay in this bed thinking out loud
Down and out and often in search of someone
Nowhere left to go but
Town, where nothing's heard for miles but the
I Drowned in oceans of this tragic part of
I'm screaming, "Uncle, mercy me"
And my broken telepathy
Bloodless river bank, West Memphis
Down, the flames of Hell they give me hope
Not much left to do but
Down, the flames of Hell they give me hope
