false alarm theres no sympathy for time cut short the mind is numb to the feelings hooked on life support to sustain this dead world brain alive with faulty wires that run their eyes lost in hotels with bibles under tv guides kill them all and hope things get much better were all addicts looking for the next fix why do we always stare into the headlights we can only burn the witch one time were falling like power lines its too late to start over burned alive but one at a times not fast enough adrenaline pumps from the silent screams they hear from up above kill them all and let god make more killers its entertainment for the massive empty graves why do we always stare into the headlights we can only burn the witch one time were falling like power lines its too late to start over sanding wide eyed they get chills waiting for the next one to burn down whats at stake is more than just the martyr its us all even as heat rises well watch some smoke fall what if the departed hoped to be something while you were pointing fingers like a gun is it so hard to see both sides of this your answer is not the only one you are not the only one