City Of The Dead

Lyrics

We split atoms Induce spasm when we abandon canon To sing for angels with clipped wings; songs for decapitating cannibals and kings Aligned against that lock-step, slumber, complacent. Since those Hub City days making magic in the basement. We knew convention was sedation Fast forward to chest constriction, & slightly modified convictions I watched my father draw his last breath, mine is a similar affliction These days they get it gift-wrapped. But when the battery's dead we can still read the map I'm facing time Is it mine? Are you still disinclined To fall in linе? And no matter where my pеople make their beds, we're still broadcasting live from the City of the Dead You've got us surrounded, so what else is new? Stick around and find out who's really turning the screw