Failing at It All

Every time you call
To justify it all
There is no one else here thats left to blame
The lights they flickered aimlessly
And the time appeared to stall
And the guilty hand of judgement
Like concrete blocks that crash and fall

Theyre pointing at you
Failing at it all
Wont upset you

Every night I hear the vampires
Come to drain their soul
Ill hold my wooden stake til I get home

Standing on high ground
The words just empty sounds
That fall on ears that have become immune

And the cold harsh wind came blowing in
Through the cracks along the walls
With the crushing strike of justice
When Mother Nature makes the call

Theyre pointing at you
Failing at it all
Wont forget you

Every night I hear the vampires come to drain their soul
Ill hold my wooden stake til I get home
Make my way across the wasteland
Of old suburban roads
But a house of wooden stakes is not a home

I know we I know we
I know just where weve got to go
I know where I know where
I know just where weve got to go

Every night they come for you
To claim your weary soul
Ill hold my wooden stake til I get home
Make my way across this wasteland
Of old suburban roads
But a house of wooden stakes is now my home
A house of wooden stakes is now my home