In a city that burns so loud you cant hear a sound,. the whole world drives by with the speakers on. concrete apartments and the windows. with a million other people but still you just feel alone.
Summertime is always on my mind. Even in the winter I want the sunshine. Feel the rains falling from above. Wash away the pain of my years gone by. . And I see the whole thing unfolding.
Starvation is the creation of the devil, a rebel. I'm bringin' food to the people like a widow. Bringin' flowers to a grave in the middle. Of the city isolation is a riddle.