This Dead Town - French Films

Every day I’m waiting for

The airport bars and the fading shores

To clean my heart from all the rust

That stayed when nothing ever changed

I’m just a kid with imaginary future

So tired of being nice

To all these idiots around

Building on jealousy and fear

I don’t know if we live or drown

Or where to belong in this dead town

And when there’s no return from hell

Well then there’s no return from hell

And you wouldn’t have to read to know

The witch hunt never died

Here’s again something to rip apart

For the petty little soldiers of Graceland

And all those things I’ve never seen

While working pointless jobs to waste

Still backed by tainted nature force

By the fucked up choirs of the kitchen whores

I don’t know if we live or drown

Or where to belong in this dead town

And when there’s no return from hell

Well then there’s no return from hell

I don’t know if we live or drown

Or where to belong in this dead town

And when there’s no return from hell

Well then there’s no return from hell

It can break your heart

Take your mind

It can bury your soul

And all the colours in it

Break your heart

Take your mind

It can bury your soul

And all the colours in it

Break your heart

Take your mind

It can bury your soul

And all the colours in it

Break your heart

Take your mind

It can bury your soul

And all the colours in it