The city of kill gets it's regular dawn
And you wanna howl but just not of this cold
For people like us, who don't live but survive
The younger you are - the sooner death arrives
Sorrow and dust at our feet and our faces
The buildings are starring with hollowed eyepits
And there is no reason to feast and rejoice
For sugar and jag are only [bad word] choice

The money's [bad word] here, better in advance
You're nothing but cash stored at your bank account
The dog lives within every man in this place
 [bad word] #39;s in charge, and your life's what depends
Your nerves are so intense and tensioned like string
And life drips away like a fear off your sting
The city of kill is drowning in this war
For every last penny took from everyone

God, grant me the straight to cope
God, I've never asked you for more
God, grant me the straight to wage
On my own, alone in this age