i woke up to rivers burning & dreamt of drowning in concrete. i woke up to dead time & said... "there is something in your streets that feeds some spectacle, and there is something in my eyes that says to burn it down." there's no place in my heart for failed critiques, empty words, boredom. we've seen your rusted trestles & abandoned warehouses, and we'll take you down brick by brick. under your pavement lies your real truth. while all around us is dying, we'll light the first match.
Lyrics submitted by jomosexual