Left alone, the disciples of concrete Still keep those flames alive. On their knees they shiver and they taunt, Caught in their cold embrace. I know of all the hatred and misery. I know self-destruction, The shards that remain. I know... City lights above me, The warmth of a dying sun, No self-love left to end me. Can't decipher the thoughts that shackle me. I'm buried in this urban tomb. A purgatory that's motionless. I drink from the essence of squalor, All that's left is bitterness And I remain an empty vessel Till you fill me up with shards of life And then this kinetic existence Might feel like it's worth to bear A time for change But the curse of this hive remains. I know of mortal anguish, Always remains. I know, I know you father, The keeper of this blackened crown. I know you... I know you... I know you... I know you...