Metropolis
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Endless tension , walking corpses You see in their faces sad frustation Cops are hitting , cars are crashing And piles of people are sucking smog 1. And I die slowly in this grave My grave , in wich millions will die The glasscases are showing fashions While beggars beg for a piece of bread Busses are filled with human masses And a dog4s crushed by the wheels 2. And I cry surrounded by stress and 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
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