[Verse 1]
The shouting ends a louder phase
The micro-cars on of the race
Their hands are holding unspent notes
The buildings are on fire
Broken in
Open doors for future men
A locksmith with metal hands
Saw 500 years to build my brain
Short-incentively, ancient minds
Conurbation in the street
A [?] in, orange air
I have never closed my eyes
I move your children through the street

[Hook]
I am the city
I am the city
I am the city
I am the city

[Verse 2]
Parties every weekday night
I'm on the rackets in the dark
Country towers are second place
I own your self loyalties
Heartened apartments growing dull
My heart hates sinisterly
In the malls
It is what is I am I am
Cherishly, corruptive heir
[Outro]
I am the city
I am the city