A place bought from debauchery
In the year 1275
Where the folks live for their country
And the city never dies
You'll can live your to your own needs
And your dreams will all come true
Where all of us are equal
And the limit's are far from view
It's a city born from murder
A place built from distrust
The nightlife thrives on misery
And the Dollar falls from lust
This city's songs deceptive
The nightmare's never seen
Coz everyday they hide the pain
Where another soul had been
These days will always be the same
These days will never ever change
We will have our fun in our own time with a roof from the pouring rain
While the shattered dreams breed darker scenes where the screams are out of range
What will you do?
What will you do when your day comes?
What will you do?
What will you do when your time comes?
Will you see the things you're not meant to see or will you hide the tears behind closed doors?
