Letras: Hope Of The States. The Lost Riots. Black Dollar Bills.

I've seen broken people smile with light
You can't buy us with dollar bills,
You can't move the world with broken rules

No-one hopes for anything with nothing at all
(Orchestral)

What's become of me? I'm trying...
Hold me in the dying light
I feel something coming when we've all got nothing

We all hope for anything when there's nothing at all
(Orchestral)