Streets like rivers in the mist Lost and helpless in a chaotic stream Lonely in this stuffy town A dense tangle of iron and steel
When the night lights turn on Smiling evil creeps out of the holes Carnival of greed and lust Insolence, dirty market of souls
Please find yourself, Man of the crowd Just find a peace, get rid of your doubts Don't turn around, no knees on the ground Man of the crowd, Man of the crowd
You don't remember your own name Ghosts of the past in the exhausted mind Riddles of guilty conscience Terrifying tales of a wizened heart
Looking for the only thing Surrounded by estranged faces and eyes Destination is unclear Walls and stairs, disorderly ways
Run away from the morning sun Maybe your shelter is a narrow chink, Which you see in a mirror's dawn Bared teeth of your deepest fearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
