Now if you're feelin' kinda low 'bout the dues you've been paying. Future's coming much too slow. And you wanna run but somehow you just keep on stayin'.
Day is night in New York City. Smoke, like water, runs inside. Steel idle trees to pity. Every living thing that's died. . Gonna hitch a ride. Head for the other side.
I have to get away. Out of this place where I became the type. Who sits and laughs at everyone who judges me. . It's so damn dark in here, I can't see in front of me.
I hold you close right to my heart. Plus from the past that sets you apart. From all the rest, you are the best. Come here, come on, give me a kiss. .
Black visions from the satellite sky. Deaf ears hear not their cries. Fat jackals howl at the moon. Flies buzzing playing death's tune. . Night ends but the sun it don't rise.