This Dead Town

French Films

Every day I'm waiting for
 The airport bars and the fading shores
 To clean my heart from all the rust
 That stayed when nothing ever changed

 I'm just a kid with imaginary future
 So tired of being nice
 To all these idiots around
 Building on jealousy and fear

 I don't know if we live or drown
 Or where to belong in this dead town
 And when there's no return from hell
 Well then there's no return from hell

 And you wouldn't have to read to know
 The witch hunt never died
 Here's again something to rip apart
 For the petty little soldiers of graceland

 And all those things I've never seen
 While working pointless jobs to waste
 Still backed by tainted nature force
 By the fucked up choirs of the kitchen whores

 I don't know if we live or drown
 Or where to belong in this dead town
 And when there's no return from hell
 Well then there's no return from hell


 I don't know if we live or drown
 Or where to belong in this dead town
 And when there's no return from hell
 Well then there's no return from hell


 It can break your heart
 Take your mind
 It can bury your soul
 And all the colours in it
 Break your heart
 Take your mind
 It can bury your soul
 And all the colours in it

 Break your heart
 Take your mind
 It can bury your soul
 And all the colours in it
 Break your heart
 Take your mind
 It can bury your soul
 And all the colours in it