City Of The Dead Lyrics

City Of The Dead lyrics

you landed in time 
in the city of the dead 
how was your flight? 
i'm
glad that we met 
ain't gonna wait 'til the day dejection comes 
ain't
gonna waste my time with the pityful ones (here)

you know that i'm kind

that i like to pretend 
that everything's fine 
that the rain is my
friend 
don't give a damn about fame if i gotta have a gun 
ain't gonna
like myself before i get something done (here)

i want to believe 
i
proceed with my choice 
it's getting harder to breath 
i'm losing my
voice

oh yeah! never mind th ethings they might have said 
we're
living in the city of the dead