And from "This could be anywhere in the world"
This town is his cause burying my neck
This air it takes off, without rushing, without haste
The streets are in distress,
The sun suffocates behind darkened skies
The grass is growing under my feet
I'm thinking it wont be long before you get
The line-up seems endless,
Underneath the salvation sign
We are the dead ones, we are the lost cause
We are the people who will not blame ourselves from this cause