A deep black silence shrouds the night
Feeding on the pain and misery
Of the broken few that dare
To step out, crippled by their fright
The slow rain never lets off in this city
Slick, damp, mold grows like hopelessness
High on the opium of hope and lies
The denizens deserve no pity
The sick clouds part to reveal a filthy moon
The dying of the ground in a slow heartbeat
Jaundiced eyes stare at their reflections
Wishing for an end, wishing it to be soon
The machine god has their name on his list
Marking them off one by one
He takes to pleasure or pain in this act
Of crushing lives in the palm of his fist
----
I don't know. I don't know.
Feeding on the pain and misery
Of the broken few that dare
To step out, crippled by their fright
The slow rain never lets off in this city
Slick, damp, mold grows like hopelessness
High on the opium of hope and lies
The denizens deserve no pity
The sick clouds part to reveal a filthy moon
The dying of the ground in a slow heartbeat
Jaundiced eyes stare at their reflections
Wishing for an end, wishing it to be soon
The machine god has their name on his list
Marking them off one by one
He takes to pleasure or pain in this act
Of crushing lives in the palm of his fist
----
I don't know. I don't know.
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