Arktika - Sermon lyrics

We've been preaching the same old things over and over again We are trapped in that same old routine where no one is listening We will become a memory Not knowing what the future holds we stare into the past With held-back tears and burning throats These caskets are our future homes And these graveyards are our fate as we seek life in a dying town Every day pa**ing by is just another day that we manage to survive Our bodies fade away from bright to grey and nothing will remain Everything stays the same These lovesongs are our eulogies and those empty beds our tombs and we Sleep in sheets of broken gla** and call a grave a home We call these graves our homes And how long must we wait to feel alive once in our lives in this city of ghosts We are tattered and torn and nothing will remain We are broken and torn and everything stays the same