Corpse City

<br>Can`t tell the difference between dark or light signs and smells of the<br>invisible night blood and rust in the palm of my hand I focus corpse city<br>wasteland in the blackness of my slivery soul things they`re burried and<br>things I stole the rain is soft dark crystal tears I`ve been waiting for too<br>many years dogs fight for pride they die for pride insane storm rides the<br>skyline eye of storm string and divine roof top horizon of deat hand dirt<br>we`ve murdered and killed the earth dogs fight for pride they die for pride<br>dogs fight for pride the loser`s corpse is pushed aside the concrete anguish<br>inside scream I breathe stinking subway steam a bitter heart fills my my days<br>am I condemned to feel this way.