Creation (feat. Lost Nights)

Gone stale Bitter air breathes through the phone We've failed To amend for all we wrote We'll be better off alone Dead end In this town that's filled with holes Let's avenge The glory we were never owed If we start anew Under the city lights It would be just right, I hope But maybe destiny Was that we'd be glued To a lack of hope But I'd hope to find A new situation New life Neon lights and carbon cloak The noise Chime of freedom I have never known But I think sometimes Of what I left behind Dirt roads and the peace of mind But here the fight is fierce For a single scrap Sone have lost their lives Hoping they would find A new situation