The city speaks to me each night
The freaks walk among the mystery
Engaged in this unusual plight
Littered with danger, like so many cigarette butts

Their faces flash in my mind
Makes my throat dry and moan in agony
Amongst the overexposed blacks and whites
What is it that you're meant to see?

Meeting people with loud voices
And faces that echo tragedies
So long ago when cobblestone was tread on by the horses
I think they thought the same things

When nothing seems right
Staring into the eyes of the devil
Falling from unfathomable heights
Now everything seems like drivel