And the mausoleums perched so high above the city can be fun in the right amount of sun
And a certain amount of technology has pricked your curiosity
And a certain amount of persecution has curiously invaded your mind
And I tried to be the hero but I screwed it all up in the end
And now we're in the midst of this whole great global war
When five o'clock in the afternoon is heaven and endless
They won't come here for me
I covered up everything so carefully
They got exactly what they deserved
All I get is this guilt
I have sacrificed everything and now I am cursed by these iron wings
But at least I am not alone
While I watch the city burn below
Something's familiar to me
They don't have to know