This city is deaf Its nights are endless Its walls are tall My prayers are worthless This purgatory is blind Its days are countless Its ditches are deep Your prayers are worthless
Walking across these burial grounds Where our skyscrapers rise Searching for evidence that this world Is devoted to crashes A pile of ashes is turned to gold
Digging a grave to find a corpse Dreaming of bloodshed with no remorse But the flesh is gone Digging a grave to find a corpse Dreaming of bloodshed with no remorse But the flesh is gone So is the dignity in nameless replications So is the dignity in nameless replications
Forsaken myths are luring us down Consistent supremacy of denial All our mistakes are never forgotten Insufficiency of those who were never begotten
The strongest feeling is burning my mind My tears fall down dry I mourn imprisoned in a concrete grave Where hatred is tearing me apart
Walking across these burial grounds Where our skyscrapers rise Searching for evidence that this world Is devoted to crashes A pile of ashes is turned to goldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
