City's very scary beyond the slime
Poisonous demons in the towers
Can you dig in? The stink will come
Dark and sinning beside the dreamscape
I bought luminous gas below the blog
Dig in, the heavy sin will die
So benign within the tomb
Your angry vision below the dark vapor
Be aware the lust is going, wavering, wanting
Blurring at the edges
Strike Lydia
Why? Why? Why?
And when the scent is gone
They burned his body
Took him down some city of lonely
Women came and went to say goodbye
He stood emotionless and resigned
Blurring at the edge of something missing
From who's country the wind is singing?
Before help would come and save the day
No one took it seriously anyways
Strike Lydia
Wah, wah, wah