Stood by your prophecies and cursed at the sun Waiting for rain in the middle of summer Precious your words you say all has been done Our throats are still itching and everythings falling down Pray you to the aftermath Pray you to the flames Pray you to the aftermath Pray you One by one we fall With each one taking down the other One by one we fall Poor little boy looking out at the train tracks waiting for someone to bring it all back to them Stolen and sold the life that he leads When will it start to hold when will it start again Pray you to the aftermath Pray you to the flames Pray you to the aftermath Pray you One by one we fall With each one taking down the other One by one we fall Tell me what I have to give