Cities burning for a love affair
Open mind, empty bank account
If these are your streets,
your streets are all dead to me
Someone dies on the internet
press delete then reset
If this is your peace,
your peace is hypocricy
If there's no regret that you can recall
you've got it all
Sit and burn in an office chair
Open minds, empty bank accounts
If this is defeat,
defeat is a happen-stance
Hundereds die under minarets
Someone cries, then forgets
if this is distress
Your profit distresses me
If there's no regret that you can recall
you've got it all
