Poema Arcanus - Metropolis Lyrics
Endless tension , walking corpsesYou see in their faces sad frustationCops are hitting , cars are crashingAnd piles of people are sucking smog1. And I die slowly in this graveMy grave , in wich millions will dieThe glasscases are showing fashionsWhile beggars beg for a piece of breadBusses are filled with human massesAnd a dog4s crushed by the wheels2. And I cry surrounded by stressand 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