Its a blow out nation
This is a dead end road from here
its our own creation
this is another bad time to be....
Its a mess running fast
Its a pace that I roll
Its a blast its a mess
a place to call my own
You see us falling one by one
You wont see us drowning
We've got no time to stand in line
and give up on the bright city lights
we dont feel obligated to every single god you crown
you pull me down
its been like this for far too long
but times are gonna change....
Its the final station
This is your last chance to enroll
A dead generation
you'll pave your own highway to
Hell if i'm going away
this old dirty dog will stay
No matter how youll try to get to me....
No matter how
We've got no time to stand in line
and give up on the bright city lights
we dont feel obligated to every single god you crown
you pull me down
its been like this for far too long and
times are gonna change....
Guess somethings went wrong along the way
Realitly has shown me better days
Then ever seem to come around
