Room floods with happy little teens.
Lights out im knuckle hitting streets.
Buildings rise up off the dirt.
She says shes never gonna work.
Faith dies on the parking lot.
And on the balcony we finally stop.
It makes sense to die young back where i come from, violence is timeless.
And if i lose myself in thoughts of better things to come, violence is timeless.
Room floods with drugs and medicines.
And with the lights out im acting innocent.
Bodies sinking down the dirt.
She says we never gonna work.