This city is sleepy, the buildings always under construction…
Urban planning being carried out.
Snakes bite at one another, a morphing loop:
Endorphins flaring, go-go-go!
Spirits float up into the night sky;
Their procession, and their faith, are like an erratic quiz…
Just like a quiz.
Tomorrow is still empty,
As close to black as grey can get.
Unable to become anything,
As close to black as grey can get.
Whether in the Middle East, India, or Africa,
The image broadcast is always super high-rise.
The day known as today fills up to the water line,
While an empty tomorrow folds its tail in defeat.
A gigantic air purifier competes with its kindness;
You need parental approval to play this game.
It’s like a quiz with no chance to win, only hope for luck…
Just like a quiz.
Tomorrow is still empty,
As close to black as grey can get.
Unable to become anything,
As close to black as grey can get.
Ahh, they want you tonight: The Saints
Ahh, they want you to announce the end: The Saints
Ahh, they want you tonight.
Just like a quiz.
Tomorrow is still empty,
As close to black as grey can get.
Unable to become anything,
As close to black as grey can get.
Ahh, they want you tonight: The Saints
Ahh, they want you to announce the end: The Saints
The Saints
This city is sleepy, the buildings always under construction:
In the middle of city planning.
Snakes bite at one another, a morphing loop;
Endorphins flaring: go-go-go!
Spirits float up into the night sky,
It’s like a quiz where progress and faith have fallen off course…
Just like a quiz.
Tomorrow is still empty,
As close to black as grey can get.
Unable to become anything,
As close to black as grey can get.
Ahh, they want you tonight: The Saints
Ahh, they want you to announce the end: The Saints
The Saints