I can feel the fire deep inside, it's burning brighter With but a raised fist and my pride, I sway to the beat of our decay, the horsemen on their way And in this mob a crescent line to hide behind Here in and of the dark, our city, its streets and walls Here we live, we are, inside our homes and malls
I walk across the dead train yard, remembering who we are I look inside and in my heart, we're never far apart
I can see the mountain over me, the Serpent Hollow The silent fortress underneath, I sway to the beat of our decay, the light of other days And fireside the black island, the toxic sand Dancing city lights glowing against the sky Snowing, shimmering, shinedust in our eyes
I walk across the dead train yard, remembering who we are I look inside and in my heart, we're never far apart
And in the yellow belvedere I carve my name without fear A witness to the birth of me, This garden of concrete
I walk across the dead train yard, remembering who we are. I look inside and in my heart, we're never far apart
And in the yellow belvedere I carve my name without fear A witness to the birth of me This garden of concrete