We stand in line like ducks in rows, we're crushing one another's toes,
And if you asked me I'd say that this situation doesn't,
Matter to us We were the first to kill the fuss,
If silent screaming were so easy then we'ed all be guilty

And you said to me, that this tragedy has gotten out of hand
And I said that we've, been a witness to this tragedy again
(You waited for this, and now it's too late)

Chasing after you, they ran into sunset of bullets,
Let the shots shine more, from the sun to their doors

Are painted white and locked up tight, they never leave their homes at night
Window shades still stay dusty, closed up waiting for December
It came and went, you lost the chance and now you're spent
When did bleeding become so trency that it's all we hear now?

And you said to me, that this tragedy has gotten out of hand
And I said that we've, been a witness to this tragedy again
(You waited for this, and now it's too late)

Chasing after you, they ran into sunset of bullets,
Let the shots shine more, from the sun to their doors

(Their Doors,
Their Doors,
Their Doors,
Their Doors,
I'll see you all at the front door)