In absence of what's
True and real
Buildings, streets and walls emerge
Cathedral towers rise from thought
To fill my restless mind
Deserted streets of
Sound and fury
Crowded voids and solitude
Covered by layers of deceiving pride
Endless space for but one soul
I, I am building
My city
Oh, my city of shades
I, I am lost in
My city
Oh, my city of shades
What used to be a
Beating heart
Could not resist the city's shade
It was petrified and lost its sight
And tuned into the pulse for vile
I, I am trapped in
My city
Oh, my city of shades
I, I am a slave in
My city
Oh, my city of shades
Out of fear to contact
Out of fear to react
To create my ideal
Out of fear of what's real
I have built this city, this world and its ways
Illusions they hide my decay
The cathedrals, the towers and walls
Are my doubts, my fears and my faults
But the city invades
My mind and my ways
Like inner crusades, resistance decays
I'm left with my gaze
Transfixed on blockades
I'm a slave to my city of shades
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I was building my city of shades
I got lost in my city of shades
I got trapped in my city of shades
I got enslaved by my city of shades
Will walls collapse with trumpet sounds
Will shadows flee as light breaks trough
Will music echo through the streets
Will doubts turn into breathing hope