Lyrics How Lonely Sits the City - Thou
Strangled
in
a
vice
grip.
Lash
out.
This
is
the
place
where
sadness
breeds,
The
desolation
in
everyone.
This
is
a
wasteland
full
of
nameless,
Faceless,
Soulless
mounds
of
flesh,
Mewling,
Writhing
in
and
out
of
existence.
Long
for
communion.
Nothing.
The
wailing
moans,
The
gnashing
of
teeth.
The
deafening,
Endless,
Complete
isolation.
Long
for
an
end,
A
day
of
reckoning.
Into
my
bones,
Let
it
descend.
The
holy
stones
lay
scattered
at
the
head
of
every
street.
Urban
scars
wiped
clean
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