Grey high rise buildings surround me
Steel beams with large, open holes
People waiting in line for their own deaths
And the cold fire still goes on
Take me on a tour of this city that no one knows
Then I'll be close to complete
Neon lights on in an empty room
Already scratched through my cardboard walls
The quiet ring of a distant message
Fades before I can forward it
Take me on a tour of this city that no one knows
Then I'll be close to complete