Well the light from the alleys brings warmth to the night   We're meager disciples they gather in rite   It's time for the indignant paupers to speak    This town belongs to me   The gravel lines archways   The perilous streets were desperate deeds   Find buyers in heaps    God bless the concrete and chaos it keeps   This town belongs to me   The wind from the ocean it whistles in trees   My mouth stagnated by the cold that is brings   The end of the world is closer than it seems   This town belongs to me.