I want to be there in the morning To walk with you down where the train goes slow But those boards now mark the windows, so we can't go Hollowed eyes conceal hollowed minds And there's no redemption at the end of the line So we're left speechless with hands tied behind What is wasted in your head I refuse with all I am to let you leave your mark on stained fucking pavement You got the best of us again The future stolen from our hands With no concern for all the lives that you've taken Or time that's running out We're losing out The show goes on, dangling your pulled strings Columbine like a mural, a parting statement on the stairway You rip life away You rip homes away You rip families away Another school yard laid to waste To remind mothers their sons are ruined Tainted, indoctrinated to believe In some twisted version of a '50s western Puppeted off in a hail of bullets, prophesied by a televised hell That laughs and lies of the worst of our reality You got the best of us again The future stolen from our hands With no concern for all the lives that you've taken Or time that's running out You don't get to change who we are