Songtexte Filling in a City - Gruvis Malt

Filling in a city
The cash machines, they look so proud
The thieves are so happy
And everyone still talks to themselves
The air, it smells like fear
And tonight my nose is open
Feeling in a city
That never
That never will be anything but empty
They say it? s good for everyone
But I can? t think when you? re around

Circled by bicycles
Shot down in front of the salon
Just trying to beautify
The shell that holds your credit cards
Where did all of the money go?
This is the last still life?
A degree in a bowl of fruit
They don't feel different
Give them all that money back
So they can fill in another city
That? s dense but it? s hollow

Only a cultured cockroach will live forever
Filling a city in, don't forget to wear your uniform
To shop and attack
Only a cultured cockroach will live forever