No sun shinin' in the city (city) Everythang dark, ain't a damn thang pretty (pretty) No sun shinin' in the city (city) Everythang dark, ain't a damn thang pretty (pretty) No sun shinin' in the city (city) Everythang dark, ain't a damn thang pretty (pretty) No sun shinin' in the city (city) Everythang dark, ain't a damn thang pretty (pretty)
-Sin-
Deforming, unholy on, under the dead corpses, deploy and swarmin all over ‘em/ Leavin behind all traces of backfire/ Those curses, no more of unremorseful/ Feel it destroy, and he who poison the mind from within pretty much, so, we coastin off into space, walkin a hell of a march in the wind/ Them judges and lawyers really don’t give a damn/ I plead my case, i’m warning ya, the wage for sin is death/ I guess he thought that vest protect his chest, and that heart of yours no longer belongs/ I’m the author, or better yet, the Shift in the cook book of horror/ You’re caught up in slaughter/ Wicked was the father, and twisted the daughter/ Murder is all I think of/ When I write i’m high as a kite, so I lie and hide and wait for my prey to snatch the bait/ Ima take you down.../ Underneath the ground...with me (Down)
-Chorus-
-KR1-
Set in a trench, yee bodies cold and stiff/ Send yee off to Davie Jone's locker and set you right to slowly drift/ How did you get into dangerous realms? And if I were you I wouldn't even turn around cause I'm right behind you, breathin' heavily down your neck/ Hmm... Better look! Hmm... Better check! This is Dark City, many come but never leave it do do yourself a favor; Don't attempt to see it
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Knieght Riduhz album currently Untitled, 2003
Contains a sample of "Patriot Games" By Graveyard Shift