The city woken by the stench of last night's booze and angry rapes
And by the noise of red-eyed mass stampeding streets to catch the bus,
Flooding its bowels, making it sick with beer-stained breath and greasy cheeks,
The city sighs and greets the sky concealed in Godforsaken streets.
The city woken by the smell of ever lasting morning mist
Has shed a tear over their fear of being late for the freaky feast
And over all unwanted kids evaporating on the sheets,
The city cries and in its eyes a tiny speck of hatred lies...
In the city - we're reeking up the city.
In the city - we're withering in the city.
In the city - we're faceless in the city.
In the city - let's pretend we're walking home.
As he looks upon the Cain cursed kindred,
Their ragged homes and snotty children,
Their small-talk minds brainwashed in shit,
Garnished with clichès, aping wit,
Their macho garbage and feminist crap,
Bulimic toddlers giving head
To live-in priests, introvert youths,
Unfaithful husbands, instant saints,
As he looks upon the respectful ladies
Nights long fighting burning frenzies
And their art-devoted daughters
Talking nonsense in the corners,
Catching eyes of "future legends"
Well aware of their presence,
The city cries and in its eyes
Hatred grows up to the sky.