On the bridge my reflection haunts me
Of a world that might have been
A tale of good intentions
We took it all, left not a thing
Why am I here?
Why am I here?
Days turn to weeks
Hear them out, they call us in
Wait a minute, I have not sinned
They'll put you up before the crooked law
It's what we deserve after all
Why are you here?
Why are you here?
Months turn to years