In a city where the walls are filled with sound

Basting off the floors

Listening to your own thumping in the bass

The wizards play sirens

People march, some chant with the sound

A lot of the tourists are smaller then their shell

Funny they forget how small they really are in that

grand city

Some even forget where they came from

The gatekeepers, they don't own the key

They're merely robots that depending on how they feel

on that day

Extend their arms to remove and replace

The rope that let's the quest in and out

The city that only lasts a night

Means nothing but a sound