Block from the blocks
they built a place
rusted and scared wild life flare
Here I can hear my thoughts
beeping sound never backs down
Is this the place where people comes to die?
Final resting place, so quiet
street lights tells the story of the past years
kicked down and rised just to be destroyed again
Wheres the flowers, wheres the trees
pathetic try to colour this city
fast love, fast cars
drug related signings on the doors
yells the purified dusts
graffities, last sign of people
far from hope, but they say hello
Selite:
- Kirjaudu tai rekisteröidy kommentoidaksesi
