Murder City

Desperate
But not hopeless
I feel so useless
In the murder city
Desperate
But not helpless
The clock strickes midnight
In the murder city

Im wide awake
After the riot
This demonstration
Of our anguish
This empty laughter
Has no reason
Like a bottle
Of your favorite poison

We are the last call
And were so pathetic

Christians crying
In the bathroom
And i just want to
Bum a cigarette
Weve come so far,
weve been so wasted
Its written
All over our faces