Born and predicted

to always be wrong.

The same old bullshit,

the same old song.

Familiar patterns,

familiar 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

Familiar patterns

familiar hosts,

The city's crowded

with the sideshow ghosts.

City of ghost!