Texty: Brand New. Gasoline.

She tried to put the fire out
She used gasoline
When the congregation gathered around
She screamed "it wasn't me"
So there is a sickness that's going around
No one's go the vaccine
I think it drowned in holy water
I think it's time we all complained

It's like trying to catch a ghost
It feels like I'm dying to false hope
It's like I'm trying
You can't chase ghosts
It's like I'm dying to false hope

When the army had to hold the line
you where nowhere near the front
Before the kids could tell their dog goodbye
You loaded up your gun
I want to know what is the great divide

I wanna know what I've become
You think that no one else is lonesome
you think that you're the only one
It feels like I'm jumping towards a train
It feels like I'm jumping towards a train
I'm trying to think a way
It feels like I'm jumping towards a train
It feels like I'm jumping towards a train
But I'm trying to find a way