Senseless

Riding on the fire The flames can get real high As you're running down the halls But you're to blame For lighting up the match For fastening the latch And putting in the call Wasted money on the side Sirens, whistles, all in line These violent times (what's happening?) These senseless crimes (what's happening?) Seeing all the signs Of a dream that will define... But soon you will deny And everything: the promise of the skies You're a victim of the times A writing on the stall Wasted money on the side Sirens, whistles, all in line These violent times (what's happening?) These senseless crimes (what's happening?)