In times of silent prosperity Doubt may grow the most As the intrepid soul challenges the constancy Tip the balance and it may shatter the equilibrium Towering above these industrial landscapes A lifetime of impressions all to be lost in indifference I beheld the flare stacks with their flaming heads For the world will not find its end in an instantaneous flash But with whimpering decay it will have to suffice And so do I The gallows frame edged against the grim sky In a continuous display of monotony Numb me, alienate me, leave me in spatial disarray This alienation causes disorientation So as you hear my voice for the last time You shall always remember that I once lived here Where the sun shines through the smoky alleys Upon only those who pierce the state of trust When its foundation's very fabric is eroded rapidly The gallows frame edged against the grim sky In a continuous display of monotony Numb me, alienate me, leave me in spatial disarray Leave me at the wayside, down here in the gutter So leave me out here in the cold, face down in the dirt Leave me at the wayside, down here in the gutter So leave me out here in the cold, face down in the dirt, yeah Leave me at the wayside, down here in the gutter So leave me out here in the cold, face down in the dirt Leave me at the wayside, down here in the gutter So leave me out here in the cold, face down in the dirt