Sear me dismal city, sear me in your shroud Faces disappear into the liquid crowd Drown me mother progress, drown me in your flood Faces pass by, we talk to God And when we sometimes walk too slow Subsoil pedestrians call from below I'm talking to myself while I descend It seems my pilgrimage has reached it's end Burn me hollow city, burn me on my way Pleasant stream of green in me it turns to grey Drown me urban mother, drown me in your hate Oblivion's lust is our fate This lonely town devours its people A permanent hunger not to appease A couple of flowers floats in the mud Insignificant beauty in the flood The flowers disappear in streams of grey Everything changes, every day A million wars we have to fight Every day and every night In happiness we love to burn And some day I will not return