Yellow sky above the head
The wind is howling in the rusted pipes
Cardboard is soaking in the black mud
The rain is corroding concrete
Angels have covered their faces
Light suffocates under the clouds
The ashes has become a substitute for the skin
The bride is put on the Procrustean bed
This is the city of ghosts, this is the city of shadows
Children haven't been born here for thousands of years
This city is forsaken by both God and Satan
This city is loved only by Death
Pseudo-organics, synthesized feelings
Pseudo-meaning of pseudo-art
Morals are soaking in the black mud
The rain is filling up the Holy Grail
Angels have turned their faces away
And were forgotten in a moment
The walls are cracking, the road is crumbling
The ashes has become a substitute for God
This is the city of ghosts, this is the city of shadows
Children haven't been born here for thousands of years
This city is forsaken by both God and Satan
This city is loved only by Death
This is the city of ghosts, this is the city of shadows
Children haven't been born here for thousands of years
This city is forsaken by both God and Satan
This city is loved only by Death