This city's dead I can smell it And I'm going down as it's product If I don't get my hide out alive Skin the soul to pay for the ride Cause the gutters give the story all away You can't always get your way Like some damn christ curling off of his cross I've replaced weight of burden with impact of loss With splinters in wrists like broken teeth I'm praying to you to pray for me Cause the gutters give the story all away You can't always get your way It's instinct that kills Nothing I learned Pulse beats on impulse That old primal urge Head in hands Blood on sleeve I'm praying to you to pray for me The gutters give the story all away You can't always get your way The gutters give the story all away You can't always get your way