Damp streets of the city Hide the rainy darkness Crooked faces flowing Standing crooked structures Through silence into rainy fogs Of darkness that’s unseen The figures slip just like the ghosts Bent crooked with the grins There are no tales, there are no lights There is not one tomorrow The sun is drowning in the nights Fulfilled with lonely sorrow And through the clouds that hang above The sunset raises bringing harm The city’s dead and so is love By order of a crooked arm
I’m gonna talk to myself I’ll do it straight from my heart And see if I can replace What I have left in the past and have been dreaming about you’ll get my feelings erased
I’ll try and watch through your eyes You’ll make me swallow a sea That is comprised of my fear This makes a dreadful disguise The blister’s bleeding within And I will wipe off my tears
The sirens calling inside you know i cannot resist to dance when i hear this noise but now you’ll have to decide that rhythm does not exist it’s time to raise your voice…