Dirt And Roses

The city grieves, like widows clasping

folded flags against their hearts.

Raindrops feel 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 the coming dawn,

that seeks to drown us in the flames...

But if we sell our soul,

for the chance of gold,

then we ll roo each passing day!

I swore this place was once was alive,

the streets all pulse like living veins,

heart point beating crossed with blood,

the buildings breathe each time they sway.

Time of dead,

punctuated by the bells,

the sky turned red,

then came the rain!

Come on lets

save our lives,

from the coming dawn,

that seeks to drown us in the flames...

But if we sell our soul,

for the chance of gold,

then we ll roo each passing day!

Tims screams are sexy though :D

Like fallen soldiers on these fields we

spend our lives fighting truth upon the wheels...

I swear we tried,

I gave up on this god forsaken sight,

and felt it all pass by!

Come on lets

save our lives,

from the coming dawn,

that seeks to drown us in the flames...

But if we sell our soul,

for the chance of gold,

then we ll roo each passing day!

So save our,

(save our lives)

our lives it s coming clear,

yeah it s been coming clear,

(coming clear)

to me...

We ll never sell our soul

(sell our soul)

for the chance of gold

And we ll live each passing day...