A junkies wrath.
Lost their way,
On a dusty path.
Some choose to fight,
Some fall and pray.
Others let go,
Lie down to stay.
A Shadow weaves its way,
Through this city.
No remorse to show,
Surely no pity.
Hard to believe this was once,
The proverbial,
Paradise City.
A confidence man,
Out on a ledge.
A lone assassin,
Looking for revenge.
Feeding on fear,
Makes his job simple.
Growing ever older,
Not without a wrinkle.
A Shadow weaves its way,
Through this city.
No remorse to show,
Surely no pity.
Hard to believe this was once,
The proverbial,
Paradise City.
The immenseness of suffering,
The incalculable value of life.
How easy it is to wash away,
What was once so alive.
A Shadow weaves its way,
Through this city.
No remorse to show,
Surely no pity.
Hard to believe this was once,
The proverbial,
Paradise City.
For those who wonder what this means. Its a song about poverty and the dark underbelly of every city in the world. What lies behind the facade of affluence.
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