All these high tech guns and laughing skulls - they say we've earned our place here
But they don't what they're jabbering about
Now they try to fit the pieces back, although they can't connect here;
All wrong, all along - all along the pattern's been off
Walking haunted city streets and calling out to nameless shapes that pa** through
Unlit alleys, dark apartments with no one in sight
Psychopathic animals with human masks and deadened souls have got us trapped in here
If you want - we could walk right out of this place
If you want - we could never leave this place again