Sing me some more of your stupid songs
Killing the silence
In these slums the sun never shines for us
And the moon can't be seen
Under the senseless feet of the sky
In embrace of the walls and ceiling
Make me believe that tomorrow
Will be better that yesterday
Sing as long as we can listen
To your screams and pleas
Only dirt and puddles are awaiting us outdoors
Toxic smoke instead of air
Under the senseless feet of the sky
In embrace of the walls and ceiling
Make me believe that tomorrow
Will be better that yesterday
Than yesterday