What's at Stake

False alarm, there's no sympathy for time cut short
 The mind is numb to the feelings hooked on life support
 To sustain this dead world
 Brain alive with faulty wires that run their eyes
 Lost in hotels with Bibles under TV guides
 Kill them all and hope things get much better
 Were all addicts looking for the next fix
 Why do we always stare into the headlights?
 We can only burn the witch one time
 Were falling like power lines
 It's too late to start over
 Burned alive, but one at a times not fast enough
 Adrenaline pumps from the silent screams they hear from up above
 Kill them all
 And let God make more killers
 It's entertainment for the massive empty graves
 Why do we always stare into the headlights?
 We can only burn the witch one time
 Were falling like power lines
 It's too late to start over
 Sanding wide eyed, they get chills
 Waiting for the next one
 To burn down
 What's at stake is more than just the martyr
 It's us all
 Even as heat rises, well watch some smoke fall
 What if the departed hoped to be something while you were pointing fingers like a gun?
 Is it so hard to see both sides of this?
 Your answer is not the only one
 You are not the only one