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.
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