| Thirty heartbeats from the rain | 
| You’re a poet with a stranger’s name | 
| Cause you woke up with a shattered heart | 
| And the pieces are hard to find | 
| In this wasted town | 
| Where they’ve broken you down | 
| And poisoned you with words | 
| Under painted lies | 
| That you’ve memorized | 
| It’s a story that no ones heard | 
| What’s wrong with this world we live in? | 
| Where the good and bad collide | 
| When did you stop believing, in a better life? | 
| How many dreams unanswered | 
| Before we get this right? | 
| What if it’s all forgiven | 
| When you reach the other side | 
| A traveler on these streets of gold | 
| You never meant to sell your soul | 
| But you find yourself rearranged | 
| Like a prophet going blind | 
| Tired of saving yourself | 
| When there’s no one to help | 
| And you’re fighting with both hands tied | 
| And you’re ready to go | 
| In your heart cause you know | 
| No one cares if you live or die | 
| What’s wrong with this world we live in? | 
| Where the good and bad collide | 
| When did you stop believing, in a better life? | 
| How many dreams unanswered | 
| Before we get this right? | 
| What if it’s all forgiven | 
| When you reach the other side | 
| You can swallow your pride but the river is wide | 
| It returns you to where you have been | 
| Back to sand on the shore back to heaven and war | 
| You’re searching for where to begin | 
| What’s wrong with this world we live in? | 
| Why am I here inside? | 
| When did you stop believing? | 
| What’s wrong with this world we live in? | 
| Where the good and bad collide | 
| When did you stop believing, in a better life? | 
| How many dreams unanswered | 
| Before we get this right? | 
| What if it’s all forgiven | 
| When you reach the other side |