History Versus the Pavement - Twelve Tribes

Separate the kids before they kill themselves

They are right in their place under your gun

By the grace of this blessed gasoline

We awoke in the crash

In the wreckage we’ve come to accept

We refuse to be saved

And we’re under falling lights

Captured in the flames

Don’t let it come to this

We were caught looking back at the damage

You were wrong when you said it was over

In the wreckage we’ve come to accept

We refuse to be saved

And we’re under falling lights

Captured in the flames

Lay your conscious down

And forget everything you’ve been told