my dead city

Here nobody will look at your side
and no one can hear your words
cuz everybody spit on your pride
around you just empty world

Welcome to the closed city
City dead and silent
Welcome to the busy city
Where you are only client

There is always cold and frosty
Because everyone looks straight
Your soul is cheap the rest is costly
People whisper only prate

Welcome to the closed city
City dead and silent
Welcome to the busy city
Where you aren only client

Here you don't need humble yourself And it makes no sense to fight
Nobody wants war to bring himself
Because colour of money is mostly bright