There are tourists and then there are residents   In a city where the walls are filled with sound   Basting off the floors   Listening to your own thumping in the bass   The wizards play sirens   People march, some chant with the sound   A lot of the tourists are smaller then their shell   Funny they forget how small they really are in that   grand city   Some even forget where they came from   The gatekeepers, they don't own the key   They're merely robots that depending on how they feel   on that day   Extend their arms to remove and replace   The rope that let's the quest in and out   The city that only lasts a night   Means nothing but a sound