Metropolis

Endless tension , walking corpses

You see in their faces sad frustation

Cops are hitting , cars are crashing

And piles of people are sucking smog

1. And I die slowly in this grave

My grave , in wich millions will die

The glasscases are showing fashions

While beggars beg for a piece of bread

Busses are filled with human masses

And a dog4s crushed by the wheels

2. And I cry surrounded by stress

and I think , How can I live in this mess?

Chorus:

And the hate is growing high,

And the city grows to the sky,

We're just some little scums,

Trapped in our own pretty tomb

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Walls of concrete , ground of concrete

The buildings rise and hide the sun

Urban creature , synthetic nature

The dirty world is your homeland.

Repeat 1. and Chorus

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