The New Division - 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?) [x2]