Prevent This Tragedy - Alkaline Trio

Here we are again with handguns for hearts

They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart

Nothing to hold, all hope deleted

Our demise has been completed now

Nowhere left to go but down

The flames of hell they give me hope, I drown

In oceans of this tragic part of town

Where nothing’s heard for miles but the sound

Of children wishing they were safely underground

We are the walking dead, we hold this ghost in our arms

We take our daily breath and thank our unlucky stars

Tried to get by on bread and water

Craving blood poured from the alter now

Not much left to do but drown

In flames of miscommunication, down

Then out and off in search of someone proud

To translate what we truly dream about

As we lay in this bed thinking out loud

I’m screaming uncle, mercy me And my broken telepathy

For I’m left with nothing but this bloodless riverbank

West Memphis, please

I’m begging you to stop praying for me