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