If you see something underground, please say something to the crowd, take your things, use your eyes
For each nightmare exorcised somewhere in Dreamland, there’s a life that’s saved in town
Be on our soil, drive our trains, make some money or take a chance, but there’s one thing:
You’ll never mix, you’ll never mingle, we’ll never get you out of your bubble, so what’s the use?
All the lines between the zones are not fixed in time, they move slowly. Now Chinatown’s in Italy
The skyscraper likes to devour its predecessor, pump its power and memory
Of the promised land draw me the map, draw it again, fill the gap with tongues and drinks