Tonight is the night that it ends.
The home in the garden,
the town where we dance.
We sit and watch the sky fall,
Where the people all sing,
and the town people scream
for safety.
For hope.
And yet we all stand around and watch the people fall down
and all the suicides
and the faded scars
We can't have saviors when they're all broken
We can't have a home without security
where the walls will stand
and nobody can crash in
Or where the people aren't dying
without food and a blade
where their wrists all bleed out
and their chest all break in.