And to the City We Press On.

     

And to the City we press on.

Sorrow is a disease corsing with power.Fill the canyon with the rivers weep, and to the city we press on...

We tighten our binding around the open wounds, hoping for a cure, fill our hearts with the rivers thoughts, and to the city we press on.

To be scared is of no importance. Into the depths we leap, occupy our fears with our strength,and to the city we press on.

We close the door onto which we share, We censor the knowledge of which we have, Confuse the minds of which we teach. and to the city we press on.

Love is not what we grasp but is what we embrace. We holds no care, only lust. Retract the curls of which we cringe. and to the city we press on.

We hide our faces behind material goods, we face the enemy barred. Fill our needs with our wants.and to the city we press on.

The Ground shakes and the people fear, the skys fall and the people flee. and to the city we press on...