Born and predicted
To always be wrong
The same old bullshit
The same old song
Familliar patterns
Familliar hosts
The city’s crowded with the sideshow ghosts
The city of refugees
They’re all in fatigue
You’re all bullshit of the same old league
Familliar patterns
Familliar hosts
The city’s crowded with the sideshow ghosts
City of ghosts