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 Drowned 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 and 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   In my broken telepathy   For I'm left with nothing but this   Bloodless river bank, West Memphis   Please, may you start praying for me      Down, the flames of hell they give me hope   I Drowned in oceans of this tragic part of    Town, where nothing's heard for miles but the   Sound of children wishing they were safely underground