Drive with the headlights off
So that maybe things can stop for a while now
It gets exhausting to breathe
When all the trees are just made of concrete
Why does somebody have to die
For them to see what they don't want to say
I've been waiting so long
To be able to hold on
Like lead their words bear down because
People love to throw their weight around
Tell me why does somebody have to die
For them to see what they don't want to say