A stench and one truth Boils in this stale air Welcome to the concrete gangland Come prove your drowsing flair See the shadows fall Into the black dimension See the streetlight fed with sin Don't share yours Lock them deep within Conceive Attain Realize Your anger Through the windows stare See them in the corners See them all Behind the cold embracing walls Hear them whispering and hear them call Anger became my drug Tatort STN Let's inundate the city Tatort Satan Away from the constant light The wet ground reflects you see Away completely tensed A reflection that seems to flee Conceive Attain Realize Your anger Luminaries hang like speechless humorists While they peregrinate the paths of life You are this boulevards abysmal notoriety Rancorous Dazed but focused with a furtive knife You ghost of my loathsome moments Living in a disused mental room Remembering the hidden is hungry And always ready to consume They hustle forth disturbed They hustle back in anxious One truth coils in this stale air This city This city is insane They are coming They are riding Upon the cruel winds of rebirth Once they catch you They won't let you Ever return from here Comment Demand Realign My life