Lyrics

Well the light from the alleys brings warmth to the night We're meager disciples they gather in rite It's time for the indignant paupers to speak This town belongs to me The gravel lines archways The perilous streets were desperate deeds Find buyers in heaps God bless the concrete and chaos it keeps This town belongs to me [Unknown Bastard:] The wind from the ocean it whistles in trees [Lars Frederiksen:] My mouth stagnated by the cold that is brings [Unknown Bastard:] The end of the world is closer than it seems [Lars Frederiksen:] This town belongs to me