My city burns
the leaves ashen, fall to heat
grain, dust never settle
and my numb people...
They bear the burden ov a countless deaths
faces a hopeless and grey

They walk a zombie walk
they talk in hushd tones; a grotesque talk
children dont run whn my city burns
they play the hangman game
a murderous axe hangs above
my city burns a slow death

My people lie in a drug haze
waters dont give us shining pearls
covered in red, they smell of fear, injustice
the sun eclipsed forevr, moon lends no helpng hand

My city burns and my people
they close the doors firmly
and celebrate the martydom
of the unborn and the living

My city burns...
My city burns.