They took you bodies
Now we gave our souls
They bought our minds

And now we're broke
The air makes my skin turn pale
But I can feel you on the Ritcher-scale


The revolution,
Well it makes me yawn

There's only the darkness
When you are gone


Don't ever go
You'll have to promise me
You're the only thing that's ever meant

Something for me
I'm a mess but at least I'm yours to keep
You are the dawn


The economists
Rant and drool

But all fortune
I really need is you


The dress codes
Really make me yawn
There's only the darkness

When you are gone

The city always sleeps

Light has abandoned
These pitch black streets
The city always sleeps

You have abandoned
These pitch black streets