A storm swallowing city streets.
A town burning, a mouth to feed.
And all that we can do is fight!
Over where to place the blame.
Real leaders are hard to find.
Even with a wide open mind.
We voted for hope and we hoped for change, but everything's the same.
Don't we know better by now.
Where do we go when there no where left to run?
What do we do when theres no place left to hide?
Will we ever change?
Last night I was coming home, the Los Angel's sky was glowing, with the red light of a firefight.
Clouds of smoke in the air.
Well people gathered, and stood around.
To sit and watch the hills burn down.
I guess you need to destroy something beautiful to notice it's there.
Well don't we know better by now?
Where will we go when there's no where left to run?
What do we do when theres no place left to hide?
Will we ever change?
Will we ever change?
Will we ever change?
Will we ever change.
How'd we ever come to this.
Cold, recycled selfishness, leading to things my heart just cant allow.
Someone open up my eyes, to something I beleive in.
Don't we know better by now?
Who will we figth when theres no one left to blame?
Will we ever change?
Will we ever change?
Will we ever change?
Will we ever change?
Will we ever change?
Will we ever change?
Will we ever change?
Well we never change.

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