Heavens Shake

Where the streetlights flicker on the cold concrete

Bearing the weight of the world at only fifteen

In the city of steel, the tradition remains

Spill the blood on the curb with the swing of a blade

The heavens will shake

No souls will be saved

There's no one waiting for you

When all's said and done, will they remember your name?

Hell will open up its gates

Still no one’s waiting here

Waiting for you

Born into chaos and raised on neglect

Fed from birth with a burnt silver spoon

Still crying out for help

Only the walls talk back to you

You’re picked up from the gutter on the promise of another

Turn the tables as you turn each other

Risk it all for a shed of respect

Just a product of cause and effect

Bearing the weight of the world, with the swing of the blade

The heavens will shake

No souls will be saved

There's no one waiting for you

When all's said and done, will they remember your name?

Hell will open up its gates

Still no one’s waiting here

Waiting for you

With the swing of the blade

You’ll die an expendable martyr

Expendable martyr

A cycle of chaos

A life crushed on the cold concrete

Expendable martyr

A cycle of chaos

Suffer the loss for eternity

The heavens will shake

No souls will be saved

There's no one waiting for you

When all’s said and done

They won’t remember your name

Hell will open up its gates

Still no one’s waiting here

Waiting for you