in a city of loneliness you have to sell you body you have to smoke a cheap cigar wait for a revolution magic,a mistry
your eyes have to be blind you haven't time to blame nothing can save your trust nothing can help your cross
something's breaking waters's shaking it seems this is the judgment day it seems a 1000 death rising up from the earth something's breaking waters's shaking
in this city of loneliness your phone's always busy talking with invisible friends stay behind
in a city of loneliness you have to sell you body you have to smoke a cheap cigar waiting for death enjoy the hell