The road markings seem endless
Affected by a cold, mechanical evil
Driven by a burning impulse
To finish what is eating away at the bottom
Ooh!
Oh!
I am the sickly child lying on the ground
Fumbling for consolation in the empty, autumn darkness
In this town, I lay down to die
In this town where the suffering shall settle
In this town of devilishly grey concrete
Aah!
Aah!