Текст: Dead Hearts. Other. Uglytown.

We try to hold on
As we watch our dreams die one by one
We try to hold on to this

I know

The broken lives of the broken down
Are everywhere in this uglytown
The ugly lives of ugly kids
Wallowing in ugliness
Now all our dreams hang by a thread

I hope our dreams don't slip away
Forever reaching, we try to
Hold on to what's left of this
Hold on, hold on
Hold on to each moment

When ugly kids make ugly sounds
There's nothing left but an uglytown
But still we hold on to this
We're holding on to our dreams
Because that's all that we need