Alone
On the floor
Blood seeps out to the door
Death, everything's still
The hunt and the kill
Forgotten until
♪
The night so quiet it lasts
Final sleep in the casts
The moment everything stops
Can we all?
I don't want to talk
Even though
I guess I should show
Black motorcade is turning away
♪
Here they come, so clueless
No suspect, no leads, no breaks
Between them
And they know
The city awaits
The people they hate
Stood at the gates
Even though
It's such a show
Black motorcade
Is turning away