Trapped at the End

We're caught on ship that's always sinking
Straight to the bottom before the anchor
Walking the streets of cracks and fire
Another bright sign reading failure

They won't cross the line
Until it's on the other side

Trapped between a thousand voices
Lost in the sound yelling silence
No ones here so no one hears
You're in the dark with all your fears

It feels like do or die
Doesn't make us feel alive

Like a stone we are sinking endlessly
Dragging us down the undertow
Caught in a web of their deceit
We're screaming set us free

We are the saints but we're still born of sin
We are the in-between tied up in their
Wars that we won't die for
We want more then this

We are the gears in the wrong machine
Behind the mask we are suffering
No more what can we live for
Waiting for the next apocalypse

Don't lose hope
Take control
When all is gone
They'll hear us scream
Whoa
It's like we're trapped at the end
Whoa
Just so we can begin again

We are the saints but we're still born of sin
We are the in-between tied up in their
Wars that we won't die for
We want more then this

We are the gears in the wrong machine
Behind the mask we are suffering
No more what can we live for
Waiting for the next apocalypse

(Whoa)
(Whoa)

We are the saints but we're still born of sin
We are the in-between tied up in their
Wars that we won't die for
We want more then this

We are the gears in the wrong machine
Behind the mask we are suffering
No more what can we live for
Waiting for the next apocalypse