Tytuł: Paris In Flames

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Now its time to wrap our fears in the night
  And on the first day we'll dress this city in flames
  After all the things you say
  You hate me for being this way
  
  Still you won't let go of old ideals
  There is no headline to read at night
  When the record slips and you're not holding the needle
  
  We all sing the songs of separation
  And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
  Thats how it was on the first day
  We saw Paris in Flames
  
  I think it's going to rain, rain down
  
  Here in this collapsed lung of a borough
  There is no sunlight
  The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room
  Distant and incoherent
  Businessmen hang themselves
  
  The lower cast side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendo
  The needle is a vector
  An intersection that well all must cross
  A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls
  Discard this message
  Burn this city down
  
  Discard this message
  Throw this bottle back into the ocean
  Rip this page from the history book
  Smash all the street signs
  Erase all the maps
  Forget my name
  Forget my face
  Forget my name
  Because it's gonna rain
  It's gonna rain
  And it never ends
  
  [ Thanks dana beal for correction ]