Testo Dead City

Losing my mind, no hope to be found,
I'm losing my mind, in this city of filth,
a city once proud, now full of fakes and liars.
Too much talk and not enough action,
once a city of dreams, now a city of slime.
Destined to rot, real problems are set aside,
while you pigs line your fucking pockets, as our home...DIES!
People have turned to crime, just to get by, now I have to watch my back,
we blame you for all this mess,
bar ridden streets unemployment at its highest,
let the big names roll over us.
At the cost of the working class, now the city is dead,
the youth leave by the hundreds, our fucking city is dead.
Expect us to live on minimum fucking wage, while industry is on its deathbed