Landscapes of shadows, Build in tints of eerie red

Cops and hookers run this city 

Violent world, Violent Times

Place where money buys you time

My living hell


Born in Sin City

We bleed black, white and red

We're in Sin City 


Silent whispers sadness

Absorbed by walls of tainted blood

Stories of these massacres 

Population Deadly, 

God has given up on us

Try to stay alive


Patches cover scars

That happened just today 

Pills help an old mans beating heart

To fight crime one more day

Bow down to the cross

Preachers wash away your sins 

So many sins