Hide your face in the dark
Here nobody has a mouth
Streets are echoes
Of the past
We play our part

We are still making our way
Through the months
Through the days
Through the myths and
Through discovery
Burning through the Greek alphabet

Dethrone the self-crowned
Proud idiot kings and queens
Off with their heads
Pray they do not maim us all

These streets are too empty
The depressions rise like dough
And this way it will be
As we are making our way through the months

Through the days
Through the myths and
Through discovery