This city has lost.
Hope is hanging, swaying silently in the dark.
Every day is just another loss agreed.
Every way is just another distant love.
Every day is just another tamed creep.
Every way is just another dead whore.
We've got nothing to fight for.
I call for sleep.
Track Name: Low Mammon
Feed the kids with starvation.
Clothe them with blood.
Make their future unsure.
Force their future no more.
Kingdom come when smiles are born.
Dreams have all missed our thoughts.
Murder is you, oh Low Mammon.
Today is a child lost.