You landed on time in the city of dead how was your flight? I'm glad that we met ain't gonna wait 'til the day dejection comes ain't gonna waste my time with the pityful ones(here) you
   know that I'm kind, that I like to pretend that everything's fine that the rain is my friend (I) don't give a damn about fame if I gotta have a gun ain't gonna like myself before I get something done (here)
   I want to believe I proceed with my choice it's getting harder to breath I'm losing my voice oh yeah! never mind the things they might have said we're living in the city of dead