Lost city

Deep down underneath all this metal and concrete Is a world that we all left behind And I've got a pick And I've got a shovel I'm gonna dig it up in time And underneath this street grows a grass tall...

A proud heart, it won't die The root of hate, it's so deeply set inside I can't believe we're so easily led astray Name the price, the cost of blood, we will pay A cold room, it's empty now Watch your...