Текст песни Flunky - Город Порока

Dark streets, the sun is overcast,
We do not learn to live, the soul is not lit rays.
Heap persons deleted, tired hungry,
Pruszcz with one purpose "to walk home."
You have lived on the principles of? But not here,
You make the rules of the tightly hooked,
Because of these conditions saboteurs mixture.
In sin city approved antidepressant - revenge.
The king, his legs dangling, ruled by puppets (ha!)
But I am one of those who cut their thread
They are like balloons with helium rushed up! (because of me!)
I give them a chance to get out of this city.
Empty apartments, seize money cashiers,
Mania beckons us strength, the past is quickly erased!
Night butterflies spread their wings.
With dirt and dust - probably, that he is our paradise!

Chorus:

Vicious somber city - a city survival
By walking lanes hunger, hence burns me!
We are all waiting for the leave at the sky,
The only way to get out of the damn Sin City.