judgment day
in a city of loneliness
you have to sell you body
you have to smoke a cheap cigar
wait for a revolution
magic,a mistry
your eyes have to be blind
you haven't time to blame
nothing can save your trust
nothing can help your cross
something's breaking waters's shaking
it seems this is the judgment day
it seems a 1000 death rising up
from the earth
something's breaking waters's shaking
in this city of loneliness
your phone's always busy
talking with invisible friends
stay behind
in a city of loneliness
you have to sell you body
you have to smoke a cheap cigar
waiting for death
enjoy the hell