Where the streetlights flicker on the cold concrete
Bearing the weight of the world at only fifteen
In the city of steel, the tradition remains
Spill the blood on the curb with the swing of a blade

The heavens will shake
No souls will be saved
There's no one waiting for you
When all's said and done, will they remember your name?
Hell will open up its gates
Still no one's waiting here
Waiting for you

Born into chaos and raised on neglect
Fed from birth with a burnt silver spoon
Still crying out for help
Only the walls talk back to you
You're picked up from the gutter on the promise of another
Turn the tables as you turn each other
Risk it all for a shed of respect
Just a product of cause and effect
Bearing the weight of the world, with the swing of the blade

The heavens will shake
No souls will be saved
There's no one waiting for you
When all's said and done, will they remember your name?
Hell will open up its gates
Still no one's waiting here
Waiting for you

With the swing of the blade
You'll die an expendable martyr
Expendable martyr
A cycle of chaos
A life crushed on the cold concrete
Expendable martyr
A cycle of chaos
Suffer the loss for eternity

The heavens will shake
No souls will be saved
There's no one waiting for you
When all's said and done
They won't remember your name
Hell will open up its gates
Still no one's waiting here
Waiting for you