(w/ rythm 1)
Desolate and without purpose
Just a little tale from the streets of America
Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
Trenchant, weary native sons
Step back, step back and see the damage done
Meander to the horizon, the streets of America
(w/ rythm 1 but w/o the Intro and palm-muted)
Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins
False hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains
That's it, enjoy it.