Alkaline Trio - Prevent This Tragedy

Here we are again with handguns for hearts


They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart


Nothing to hold, all hope deleted


Our demise has been completed now


Nowhere left to go but down


The flames of hell they give me hope, I drown


In oceans of this tragic part of town


Where nothing's heard for miles but the sound


Of children wishing they were safely underground


We are the walking dead, we hold this ghost in our arms


We take our daily breath and thank our unlucky stars


Tried to get by on bread and water


Craving blood poured from the alter now


Not much left to do but drown


In flames of miscommunication, down


Then out and off in search of someone proud


To translate what we truly dream about


As we lay in this bed thinking out loud


I'm screaming uncle, mercy me


And my broken telepathy


For I'm left with nothing but this bloodless riverbank


West Memphis, please


I'm begging you to stop praying for me