The City — The Haunted

It's infected This city's a wasteland Slow drone reality Figure head and scapegoats Holding back the punch line To exaggerate just right

We're collecting IOU's and absent apologies The unspoken sense of betrayal lingers Can we get it right? When everything we know is so wrong

Everything is expandable here Mannequins and advert placements We leave no mark No tasting impressions

We decay We cower We remain silent victims We argue We justify our own demise

Inner test market We suck up the fumes Meat, ones and bright ideas It's all insane