the garish shinning structures
telling so many desolate tales
every brick,
every single stone
conceals the indeed truth

and why should i love a town
that taints the slowy tiding blood in my veins

desolate tales
made us dogs fail again
but still nobody listens
to the declaring reasons
of the shooked young hearts
that get stuck of the brutal realness
we rested on the curbstones
and he asked me

that takes the air i need to
i need to
i need to breathe

ah teaching fists indicate us that we can't leave
liquid dirt gave us the two-faced shelter

and we're going down,
so deep we're going down
in retention all these
curbstone tales
and we sang so loud oh we sang so loud
the dounbound anthems
curbstone tales
with broken clocks we danced into the night
we were the dogs that cry
into the barren void