In my town where the system sleeps
Nobody gives a damn
It's up to you how to hide to flee
Their hunger never ends
Hateful design builds the structure divine
A territory cold as ice
An endless empire with cynic desire
Born of a broken spell

Chorus:
Feeling like a guttersnipe standing in line
Deciding his lifestyle by rolling the dice
One will stand another will fall down
Find your way out from the constant lack [2X]

You gotta get yourself a picture of what is going on
Cause their lips are sealed now
Their honesty never to be found
Hateful design builds the structure divine
A territory cold as ice
An endless empire with cynic desire
Born of a broken spell

Your pride is just a symbol
Another hidden excuse
For being such a savior
Distorting your sick self abuse

Writer : WICHERS, PETER LEO RICKARD / KARLSSON, SVEN MORTEN RAGNAR / STRID, BJOERN OVE INGEMAR
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.