We are too far gone Of all these yesterdays I feel the rage And it burns the pages We were, never meant to make it this far Life feels like it's all in vain Practicing for death alone I'm covered fast In the falling ashes

Yeah, they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one Let me tell you now, you’re the lucky one New to town with a made up name in the Angel city, chasing fortune and fame And the camera flashes, make it look

The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright Where I grew up, we rode in trucks Ridin' down Buck Island Road Down where I was born was heaven on earth We raised cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids You either

I'm burned to ashes, split down the middle If anyone asks it hurt just a little I died inside the day I let you go I'm inside out, shot through the center Feel the scar of where you entered Took my life and turned it upside down But I will never let you

You won't find it here Look another way So try another day Live another day Climb a little higher Find another reason to stay Ashes in your hands Mercy in your eyes If you're searching for a silent sky

When the night crashes down They won't leave me alone Ghosts will haunt my bones These ghosts come haunt my bones (See) No vision (Can you believe?) Derision (Will I fall?) Down so far (Into the deep) It's so dark Thunder cracks and dark furies sound

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Taste the poison Feel that this is life Hallowed be the game The life clock strikes and You obey Like a candle light that fades When the life clock strikes You will obey

Anywhere the wind blows Rising from the ashes You never know (I might be there) Always been willing to outstare the darkness Dig the well deeper than it needs to go if I live long enough And I've been here before All I know for sure

Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have

The way that that summer's just burning my mind It flashes on back so fast, oh The sun don't go, sun don't go down on that On top of the world The edge of a cliff Hands hanging on heaven, I remember the second I tasted your lips Sun don't go down on