I'll take a change
You talk too much
Do fall the men
They watch us swarm
For the queen
Without sacrifice us before she bleeds
They're changing their face
But they know
That they're the same
And I'll cry the face
The face that in the vying lost it all
You served us well
You tried your best to keep your head
Forge your own path
The last laugh was made from ash
They writhe in my street
They drive in my car
But they can't hurt me
They won't get far
The city is my skin
In the palm of my hand
Your slum is my cigarette
I hold your head between my fingers
The city is my skin
In the palm of my hand
Your slum is my cigarette
I said, I said, I said, I said, I said
Did I serve you well?
I tried my best to keep my head
Find my own way
To die in vain
