Paroles de Dead City Stare

Born to industrial Grind In the shadow Decrepit urban sprawl Smokestacks rape the air There are starving mouths to be fed Broken backs to be clothed And the streets to be pounded The city is dying Like a wounded animal In need of mercy killing To be put out of it's misery There are no politics for the desperate No jobs for the destitute And no hope for the downtrodden The hunter he cannot provide The unemployed gatherer In a welfare wasteland Is broken and beaten Belief in the eye of a needle Expression through violence And the irresistible force of decay The city is dying Like a wounded animal In need of a mercy killing It's on its knees