Song | The City |
Artist | The Haunted |
Album | Unseen |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
It's infected, this city's a wasteland | |
Slow drone reality | |
Figure heads and scapegoats | |
Holding back the punch line | |
To exaggerate just right | |
We're collecting | |
IOU's and absent apologies | |
The unspoken sense of betrayal lingers | |
Everything is expendable here | |
Mannequins and advert placements | |
We leave no mark | |
No lasting impressions | |
We decay, we cower | |
We remain silent victims | |
We argueWe justify our own demise | |
Inner test market | |
We suck up the fumes | |
Meat, bones and bright ideas | |
It's all insane |