the drowned

country drowning in it's own tears

it drinks the people, a nation of fears

hometown calling me to the river

to make me cry, to make me shiver

houses bleeding down in the streets

in that honk kong bed, scarlet sheets

families speaking in the underwold 

they talk a lot, but doesn't say a word

people laughing about that rumour

something big, i don't see no humour

neighborhoods roaming in the dark

roaring a lot, killing the spark

woman pushing the secrets away

they wanna go, but she wants to stay

big men crying, they are so scared

the urban jungle left them scarred

what is wrong, the mud in your face?

you are alone, you ain't got no place

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