Текст песни Writing on the Wall - Cities

Back through the city fog,
I was another cog,
For the machinery there,
Now the machines have gone,
The silence hanging on,
I sit, i stare.

Chorus repeated

Come on and take your aim,
I feel the mildest pain,
Protecting something so rare,
'cos there's a gem or two.
Inside the human zoo,
If only you are aware.

Chorus repeated.