Texty: Alexisonfire. Crisis. This Could Be Anywhere in the World.

This town has its claws buried in my neck
This town it takes life without mercy, without hate
The streets are in distress
The sun suffocates behind darkened skies

The grass is growing on top of my feet
I'm sinking, it won't be long
Until before I'm too deep to run
The line up seems endless
Underneath the salvation signs

We are the dead ones
We are the lost cause
We are the bend before the break
Our steps seal our fate

Because this city, this city is haunted
By ghosts from broken homes
Because this city, this city is haunted
There's no hope left for these souls

Every step I take I leave a small piece
Of myself behind, soon there will be nothing left
The cranks in the pavement
Match the cracks in their weathered skin

The sky's a brick wall, the ground's a juggernaut
Each day they get a bit closer
Between them I am caught
I stare in amazement
I can't believe this is where I live

Every breathe I take, I feel my lungs seal
This breeze feels more like shards of glass
I'm more scars than skin

Because this city, this city is haunted
By ghosts from broken homes
Because this city, this city is haunted
There's no hope left for these souls

Our steps seal fate
Our steps seal fate
This is our celebration, come join the lost souls
This is our celebration, come join the lost souls

This city, this city is haunted

Come, walk with us all
Come, walk with us

This city, this city is haunted
By ghosts from broken homes
Because this city, this city is haunted
There's no hope left for these souls