Desperate but not hopeless. I feel so useless in the murder city.
Desperate but not helpless. The clock strikes midnight in the murder city.
I'm wide awake after the riot, this demonstration of our anguish. This empty laughter has no reason, like a bottle of your favorite poison.
We are the last call and we're so pathetic.
Desperate but not hopeless. I feel so useless in the murder city.
Desperate but not helpless. The clock strikes midnight in the murder city
Christian's crying in the bathroom and I just want to bum a cigarette. We've come so far, we've been so wasted, It's written all over our faces.