Night falls on this city of light.
Lamp after lamp dims in respect,
in respect to our thoughts, out of sight.
It swallows hope from deep within.
What will remain of of our glory?
What will remain of our city?
Our plight..
Close your eyes and turn your back.
Let this happen,
Let this happen and never regret.
Surrender to this dreamless sleep and flow.
Night after night after night..
Why didn't you choose life,
Why didn't you choose to fight the rising tide?
The city burns as our thoughts catch fire,
Her body shines as she loses touch.
Night falls and everything fades to black,
Tell me, what will remain of this..
For fear it will be gone when I wake,
gone without memory it ever existed at all.
Tell me, if you can.
Night falls on this city of light.
Only candles illuminate the way to eternal bliss,
Our thoughts laid bare before our eyes..
To bursting it fills every soul.
We want our glory.
I want this city to burn.
Let there be freedom.
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