Текст песни Mental Games - Город теней

The city of the lost, battered by reality
Without the prospect of going forward
To the broken shore of helpless old age
Waiting for all the wanderers, landing on a raft

Recent attempts at playful despair
Dressed in a transparent worn cloak
Hope that once nourished together
Needs of happiness laughing slyly

From the side, conducting observation
Behind life in the hype of urban madness
Carrier crowd on the roads of oblivion
Driving half-mind syndrome into their minds

And half measures of exchanged goals
In slot machines ringing excitement
Massively floating in open doors
The infamous hangover tomorrow ...

Chorus

City of shadows ... asphalt holes power mirror
City of shadows ... frenzy of pride seeking happiness
City of shadows ... a semblance of life of inert mechanisms
City of shadows ... concrete consciousness industrial ghost

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This place is not for those who want to sober up
From the riotous influx of the modus of passion
Throwing to the extreme living here
Coming from zones of industrial happiness

Fanned by a strange scent of suffocation
Factory Emissions and Exhaust Machines
Racing to a meeting looking for the best
The future hidden in the bosom of reasons
 
Without any prerequisites
To wait for tangible changes
Which we so eagerly anticipate
Wandering, wandering among the gray walls

Dusty areas of urban hopelessness
Shelter intoxication
The bodies of those killed by evil inclinations
Become part of this adverse reaction ...

Chorus

City of shadows ... asphalt holes power mirror
City of shadows ... frenzy of pride seeking happiness
City of shadows ... a semblance of life of inert mechanisms
City of shadows ... concrete consciousness industrial ghost