black clouds white nights city streets gunfights white mask white noise blank stares dead souls outside is a cold dark world but in catacombs i hide in the hole in my heart that i call home the bombs left scars they dot my face like stars our city lies in ruins and so do we you’d kill me for food if you had to you’d kill me for water if you had to but you cant come inside unless i let you no white mask white noise blank stares and dead souls