Prevent This Tragedy

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 Drown, 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 altar now Not much left to do but Drown in flames of miscommunication Down and out and often 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 And my broken telepathy For I'm left with nothing but this Bloodless river bank, West Memphis Please, I'm begging you to stop 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