Static City - Final Selection

Static City

Can you see the white man

With the small gun by the hand

In virtuell world of evil

Foreign land

Isolation — of all minds

Penetration — of any kind

Can you feel the hard rain

Like the blood runs through my veins

In static city

Feel the pain

In the night when houses burn

From static city, there s no return

Without shadows through the night

Wake me up and hold me tight

When the ship is going down

And i m turning round and round

Preserving in everlasting flame

A man has lost his shining fame

I can see black machines

With short-wired interface

In mortal remains

For strangers race

Reconstruction — of body and soul

Just reduction — of time/ unit/ hole

I can feel the burning river

Like blood runs through my veins

In static city

Suppress the flames