Centralia

I was born in the crosshairs Of a fire underground I want to dig out all the rest Of the lonely city lights to tell You want a chance as a cheater You want to move to a mountain town You want to leave those streets alone Let them fall to the plants a

Monumental masterpiece Fading in the sun Picture windows billboard signs To view when something's wrong Rusted river towns Twisted metal lines Power lines pull grey skies down Falling through the air Children playing figure skating Snowfall covered l