Death's Disciple - Dying City

My dying city
Look how pretty it all is
Watch the building's crumble
The drunk men stumble
You can come and see it all

This dying city oh how pretty watch as we light the match
And it all just turns into ash
Dying city oh how pretty
As the flames burn away
All the impurities of man

Written by:
Paul Zimmer

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