Awake in another city at five A.M. The breath of day upon my neck Counting the hours until I wake To give back all these things that I take How hard we tried to tear this world down My duty was to futility The unwilling hand of beauty Which left us seeking negativity We were seeking ruin Out on the outskirts Of another dead end town Trying to find some truth In the maze The lines on our faces grow deeper So step up to the gallows And hang me out to try One last time What do we do to save us from ourselves? Who can reach out to save us? We made our bed And let it lie And to think all we did Was waiting around to die The powder hurts us but we still try To lie to ourselves finding reasons why We try To find reasons why