Marco's shadow falls on the door To the 7 lost cities of gold Finds a raven's head and rattler's tail Dead in his tracks, this godforsaken soul's Unwanted here and his ghost lingers for years Amalia's face hides behind the mask Sweating on the TV factory line That smile on her face is starting to crack While welding back the pieces of shattered heart That's scattered out here, with the ghosts of her peers Searched for her lost love along the river of tears At the end of the working week When drunken worlds meet Both sides keeping a close eye For a break in the line here On the crystal frontier Blood spills out on the streets And bodies are missing for weeks Both sides keeping a close eye Watching the bullets fly here On the crystal frontier