August Burns Red
Vital Signs
This building is barely standing
On its own foundation
On its own foundation

I've collapsed its lungs
Collapsed its heart and sucked the life out of this
For all of Sunday to see
For all of Sunday to see

I've collapsed its lungs
Collapsed its heart and sucked the life out of this
For all of Sunday to see
For all of Sunday to see

I've taken the breath out of everything they believe
Everything they hold true
Everything they hold true

Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort
Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one gets the point
No one sees my effort
No one gets the point

Welcome to my dying home (Dying home)
Welcome inside these crumbling walls
A meaningless handshake greets them all with smiles of false hope
Welcome to my dying home (Dying home)
Welcome inside these crumbling walls
Do I even care as I watch a sea of people
Dwindling into an audience of skin and bones
An audience who doesn't have the strength to walk out on a man Who has tarnished their faith?

Out of everything they believe (They believe)
I've taken the breath out of everything they believe

Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort
Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one gets the point