Awake in another city at 5 am
The breath of day upon my neck
Counting the hours until I wake
To give back all these things that I take

How hard we tried to tear this world down
My duty was to futility
The unwilling hand of beauty
Which left us seeking negativity

We were seeking ruin
Out on the outskirts of another dead end town
Trying to find some truth in the maze

The lines on our faces grow deeper
So step up to the gallows
And hang me out to try one last time

What do we do to save us from ourselves?
Who can reach out to save us?
We made our bed and let it lie
And to think all we did
Was waiting around to die

The powder hurts us but we still try
To lie to ourselves finding reasons why
We try to find reasons why