Poetics Lyrics - Poetica - Iio

There are tourists and then there are residents 

In a city where the walls are filled with sound 

Basting off the floors 

Listening to your own thumping in the bass 

The wizards play sirens 

People march, some chant with the sound 

A lot of the tourists are smaller then their shell 

Funny they forget how small they really are in that 

grand city 

Some even forget where they came from 

The gatekeepers, they don't own the key 

They're merely robots that depending on how they feel 

on that day 

Extend their arms to remove and replace 

The rope that let's the quest in and out 

The city that only lasts a night 

Means nothing but a sound