The dying, the empty figures wait
While riding a world they cannot save
Look out at the dead of summers window
Love the dying
Love the dying
Look out at the shadows of weeping buildings
Species slowly disappear
Drawn faces, just fire their babies
Love the dying
Destroyers of your own civilization
From the canyon of the new concrete frontier
Burnt stone crying
All races of the suicidal species
In the heartland of the inner city winter
Love the dying