What's At Stake

False alarm, there's 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

It's 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

It's 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

It's too late to start over

Sanding wide eyed, they get chills

Waiting for the next one

To burn down

What's at stake is more than just the martyr

It's 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