The City Of The Dead – 6th December 1995

On the back of the city they ride
The demons attack from each side
Despair weaves its path
Through the warmest of hearts
Eating away at your very soul
Cold wings flutter about your face

Can you feel it?

Greed winds its way in
Through the thickest of skin
Til everyone is touched
And the big sell is a rollercoaster ride
Straight to hell

We’re all part of it

Death lurks each street
Searching for souls to eat
With a big wide grin across its ugly face
Along with despair
To lay good men bare

Have you had a taste?

Disease runs riot
When people lie quiet
Its foul stench forcing you to wretch

Can you taste it?

Madness takes a grip
Follows your every trip
Through the torture and torment of lies
The cries are of woe
As we watch people flow
Down and down into demise