face down in a population that god has left behind in these barren streets the neon lights will be your guide all their limbs are stretched holding tight what could have been no one here is innocent because we can t forgive god made this place a haven for the motionless and weak a paradise of endless hope no progress to be seen the houses are abandoned by those who could escape while we will be the future and you you will never change washing your hands in blood won t take away the stain since there s no room in heaven he made this town this town your grave the cross they bear a burden that they just can t stand they are holding on to nothing time is slipping through their hands so easily they point the finger the first to pass the blame while we will be the future and you you will never change 