[Chorus]Watch the hourglass drain itself, watch the smiles grow forced.In
In turmoil, well, what else? It's the only state of
Sometimes when I walk the streetsI'm overcome by this fantasyThat
Across the river Styx, into the shadow landsMy path has
Come on down, descend beneath the bed of rotting leaves,sink
Words and looks can deceive,I shut my eyes and I
Touch the leprous for prosperity, stare into the cyclone's eye.Breathe
Another grey day in the sewer; staring blank eyes, closed
Cockroach crawling on the wall, trailing stained tiles, Angel, bleeding
A nation in turmoil, a city in grief. I can't
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