Peepolareville

They go and hang out
on Tuesdays just to walk about.
Tensions grow but no one know
when dreams die there's nowhere left to go.
Peepolarevil. Peepolarevil.
Others die by our own cold hands.
We treat them so because we think we can.
Dark skies will swallow us all.
Our hearts have fallen down a soulless hole.
Peepolareville. Peepolareville.
Fade out into your cries.
The sun heals but what is gone has died.
We'll fall a long, long way down.
In the end we'll hit the hardest ground.
Peepolareville. Peepolareville.