Moloch کے بول

Tough my lips are swollen My throat filled with blood I can still say your name And still call for The Flood We are fighting so obscure Beneath the lonely moonlight And the street calls our name Repeatedly tonight Our thoughts are plastered On the miserable walls Of this lowering bud This Monster of a city I wish our words Were of any use I wish we could reach out Before they shut our mouths We have no friends We have no lovers We're facing dead ends It's for the better You don't wanna join us We're headed in a wall With our eyes wide shut And our faith on stall But the pavement has worn us Down to th' essentials Out of strength we howl Starving hysterical naked