This city grieves, like widows clasping 
 Folded flags against their hearts. 
 Raindrops spill like dirt and roses 
 On black coffins in the dark. 

 Not yet corpses, still we rot, 
 Oblivious to our decay. 
 Drinking poison drop by drop, 
 Destined to die... 

 Unless we save our lives, 
 From [bad word] tide, 
 That seeks to drown us in it's waves. 
 But if we sell our soul, 
 For the chance of gold, 
 Then [bad word] each passing day. 

 And I swore this place was once was alive. 
 The streets all pulsed like living veins. 
 Heart worth beating, coarse with blood. 
 The buildings breathe each time they sway. 

 The time of death, 
 Punctuated by the bells. 
 The sky turned red, 
 Then came the rain! 

 [bad word] on, let's save our lives, 
 From [bad word] tide, 
 That seeks to drown us in it's waves. 
 But if we sell our soul, 
 For the chance of gold, 
 Then [bad word] each passing day. 

 They drown, they'll [bad word] you from the top 
 I'd rather die, I would rather chase them down 
 These worlds are crashing forward, they try to set alight. 
 Build our [bad word] fates while they drown. 

 Like fallen soldiers on these fields, 
 We spared our lives. 
 Bodies hurled up on the wheels. 
 I swear we tried. 
 I gave up on on this godforsaken sight, 
 And felt it all pass by. 

 [bad word] on, let's save our lives, 
 From [bad word] tide, 
 That seeks to drown us in it's waves. 
 But if we sell our soul, 
 For the chance of gold, 
 Then [bad word] each passing day! 

 So save our, 
 (Save our lives) 
 Our lives, [bad word] clear, 
 Yeah it's [bad word] clear, 
 [bad word] clear) 
 To me... 

 We'll never sell our soul 
 (Sell our soul) 
 For the chance of gold 
 And we'll live each passing day...