COUPLET 1 This is no town of mine, this is an echo Of a place I used to know, in a fading grey light. Behind the misty veil lies a realm of blurry shapes. The scenery changes with every step I take. This is no town of mine, this is a border Between what I used to be and what lies ahead of me. This is no town of mine, this is the kingdom Of things forgotten and memories rotten. PRÉ-REFRAIN 1 A dreamlike reflection Of familiar places, A space with no time Caught between day and night. The paintings on the walls tell of a story That would rather not be, That should never have been. REFRAIN City speaks a language Written on the walls In rusty letters And signs of woe. City bears the secrets Of a thousand guilty minds Tattooed on fences And empty houses. City speaks in tongues From a thousand faces With staring eyes And grinning features. City’s eyes are watching From every crumbling wall. This is a judgment, This is a call. Among those faces one looks like yours, Pale as the moonlight, Hooded in shadows. COUPLET 2 This is no town of mine, this is a fresco Of shifting patterns and countless faces. This is a gathering of painted strangers, A trail of staring eyes and grinning features. This is a secret gate to the bridge and the river. A black feral shape lies across the road. A growling wild dog baring shiny fangs. Its breath is fetid, its eyes are human. PRÉ-REFRAIN 2 A dreamlike reflection Of familiar places, A space with no time Caught between day and night. The paintings on the walls tell of a story That would rather not be, That should never have been. REFRAIN City speaks a language Written on the walls In rusty letters And signs of woe. City bears the secrets Of a thousand guilty minds Tattooed on fences And empty houses. City speaks in tongues From a thousand faces With staring eyes And grinning features. City’s eyes are watching From every crumbling wall. This is a judgment, This is a call. Among the strange faces one looks like yours, Pale as the moonlight, And hooded in shadows. PONT 1 Beyond the gate, more paintings await, The glint of a knife, the shape of a hand, A man on his knees, yelling in pain. A scream, a fall, a cry for help, Splashing water, bleeding flesh, One brother dying, one running scared. PONT 2 I walk to the dog, coin in my hand. Shiny silver glints like a blade. This is the price to pay for my shame. The dog leads me beyond the gate. This is the bridge, this is the place Where it all starts, where it all ends.