The grey wind covered the last windows with dust Where are all the souls? Buried and expelled Degenerated to ghostlike shells
You can see the behind weak backs Bended, their face buried in their hands Corroded by poison, paralyzed by ether Fading Figures
Where is all the yearning in their leaden faces? They hunted it down and killed it Drowned in wine and estranged via syringes Set into whores and paid with cold
Disembodied, gasping, I tumbled In the flush of a thousand cold lights Through this night of neon That I'll never belong to
