For all the spires this city raised   You’d think this is a holy place   The shadow of a cross descends   But it’s swallowed by the haze   You never sleep do you?   Always pouring smoke into   The atmosphere   What happens here stays with us till the grave      Wisdom cries out in the streets (Proverbs 1:20)      But the sirens are singing us to sleep   They’re so loud that I can’t think   I hear voices but I just can’t tell   And when we’re dead, the city prevails      Countless walk the open streets   With shackles chained around their feet   Wisdom says to fly away   But they cannot see their wings   Water, water everywhere   But not a drop that I would dare   Drink and so we think we’ll go   Imbibe the filthy air      Wisdom cries out in the streets      But the sirens are singing us to sleep   They’re so loud that I can’t think   I hear voices but I just can’t tell   And when we’re dead, the city prevails      Don’t be silent, God   Don’t be silent   Please, don’t be silent (Psalm 83:1)      Or I will fall into the world   I will fall into the world   Don’t be silent   Please, God, don’t be silent   Don’t be silent   Please, God, don’t be silent   Or I will fall into the world   Or I will fall into the world