the city grieves like widows clasping folded flags against their hearts
raindrops spill like dirt and roses on black coffins in the dark
not yet corpses, still we rot, oblivious to our decay
drinking poison drop by drop
destined to die

Unless we save our lives from [bad word] tide
That seeks to drown us in its waves
But if we sell our soul for the chance of gold
Then [bad word] each passing day

and i swear this place once was alive
the streets all pulsed like living veins
heart was beating coarse with blood
the buildings breathe each time they sway

the time of death punctuated by the bells
the sky turned red then came the rain
 [bad word] on let's save our lives
from [bad word] tide
that seeks to drown us in its waves
but if we sell our soul
for the chance of gold
then [bad word] each passing day

this world will [bad word] you from the top
i'd rather die
i would rather chase them down
these worlds are crashing forward
this time they're sitting blind
down, our [bad word] fates will be dropped

like fallen soldiers on these fields
we spent our lives
bodies holed up on the wheels
i swear we tried
i gave up on this godforsaken sight
and i felt it all pass by
 [bad word] on let's save our lives
from [bad word] tide
that seeks to drown us in its waves
but if we sell our soul
for the chance of gold
then [bad word] each passing day

so save our
our lives
 [bad word] clear
yeah it's [bad word] clear to me
we'll never sell our soul
for the chance of gold
and we'll live each passing day