Empty streets
Buying time
Cities filled with empty people
Quiet, tired
Hopelessness
Dead ends and empty street lights
Just buying time
Just buying time
Just buying time
The apathy
Of a lost generation
Dead dreams of a dying nation
We're meant for more
Than all of this
And our lives are born
From the chaos
I want to live
With a passion that's burning
I want to live
With a fire consuming
I want to burn
I want to rise
I'm so tired of dying
Dying, I'm dying