Filling In A City

Grüvis Malt

Filling in a city

The cash machines, they look so proud

The thieves are so happy

And everyone still talks to themselves

The air, it smells like fear

And tonight my nose is open

Feeling in a city

That never

That never will be anything but empty

They say it's good for everyone

But I can't think when you're around



Circled by bicycles

Shot down in front of the salon

Just trying to beautify

The shell that holds your credit cards

Where did all of the money go?

This is the last still life –

A degree in a bowl of fruit

They don't feel different

Give them all that money back

So they can fill in another city

That's dense but it's hollow



Only a cultured cockroach will live forever

Filling a city in, don't forget to wear your uniform

To shop and attack

Only a cultured cockroach will live forever