Burned
All that's left is the char
Still reality departs
Losses forged in the street
Feeble piles made of concrete
A statement seen for miles
Brand new heart, born defiled
Masses wait for the clear
Nothing else can matter here

I know the meaning of your intent
Neglecting the pace while you play pretend
I'd look away but my patience is fucking spent

Don't you get it?
We're watching you, ignore the signs
No lower place to go (yet, you still decline)
Forcing your way through (to the front of the line)
No matter where you stand, you're still falling behind

Vacant mind
Gifted grief with no time to mourn
Handed hopes with limbs that were torn
Hail the dead
Burn the rest
Vacant mind
Hollow chest
Burned
All that's left is the char
Still reality departs
Losses forged in the street
Violence bred out of heat
Tragedy with no room to grieve
There is nothing to see
Nothing to see
Nothing to see
Nothing to see
Built to crumble

Roots won't reach when they're born defiled
Take from the dead, then throw them back in the pile

Vacant mind
Hollow chest
Blurred lines drawn to hail the dead
Burn the rest