City lights the way to Heaven,
beams burn so bright.
City nights the way to Hell,
pits go down so deep.

This is our town!
we control the roost!
We work you like drones,
we treat you like slaves.

This is our town!
we hold you down!
We work you to the bone,
then work you to your grave.

City holds the path to salvation,
it comes with a price.
City breaks the path to redemption,
squeezed with a vice.

This is our town!
you have no will!
We of processors,
will process you.

This is our town!
you have no escape!
Security, scrutiny,
Big Brother's watching.

LOST!
These alleyways,
behind closed doors.

INNOCENT!
But on the run,
hidden from view.

DESOLATE!
And wandering,
a fight without a goal.

MORTALIZE!
with sad contempt,
the way of the martyr.

This is our town!
you will not resist.
Handcuffed your souls,
your spirit microchip'ed.

This is our town!
you will not break free.
The machine watches,
forever and eternally.



World cradles it's children close,
weeps for what they've done...
World cries for it's children gone,
and the destruction they've brung...

These city streets,
a path of murderways.
Crome cops like,
little tin gods.

These city bars,
hold us in, doomed.
That which you can't see,
you can't escape...

This is our town!
welcome to hell.
For those who enter,
abandon ye all hope.



It's the war against the machines...

10/22/2005