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 Drowned 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 and 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

In my broken telepathy

For I'm left with nothing but this

Bloodless river bank, West Memphis

Please, may you start praying for me



Down, the flames of hell they give me hope

I Drowned in oceans of this tragic part of

Town, where nothing's heard for miles but the

Sound of children wishing they were safely underground