Write these words back down inside We have burned their villages and all the people in them died And we adopt their customs and everything they say
Now its time to wrap our fears in the night And on the first day we'll dress this city in flames After all the things you say You hate me for being
and then you fold So we stay on the open road We drive for hours and still no end in sight at all Driving in your car Miss the stop sign Fall in
Splintered piece of glass falls in the seat of gets caught These broken windows, open locks, reminders of the youth we lost In trying so hard to look
left. until midnight. nine chances to drown ourselves in black hair dye eight faces turned away from the shock: seven windows and six of them were locked. five stories falling