night city I'm walking don't know what is my target live is tricky can't stop smoking my soul has been sold on black market
will I ever find the sense of living sense of breathing will I ever find you and will I ever stop roaming the streets at night which I don't know Oh will I ever drop this cigarette
the past two weeks was such a hell the past two lifes weren't better I'm on my knees can someone help I badly need a real shelter
shelter from myself from this world I'm so tired my soul has been sold can someone give me a piece of his own then I'll maybe can start living on