Children - Subterranean Cities lyrics

I was broked, unstoked and tired I laid my head down on the hard wood of floor and tried To invoke an ancient rite From the ether pull out some crucial vibes Ain't it tough to reside, in the lower manifestations of astral life Ain't it tough to ride on, with the echalons of Babylon On the streets at night I gripped the currency of our plight From beneath my bed I sold the dream I'd kept Await the flood Here's to the sacrifice Spill your blood Everything in the modern world is for sale We fight to hang out But the war keeps creeping in We fight to hang on But the bombs keep going off Ain't it tough to reside, in the lower manifestations of astral life Ain't it tough to ride on, with the echalons of Babylon Out on the pavement no one seemed overjoyed Boned out, burned down, blown up and uneployed I'm running the gauntlet, but I can feel the abyss And I'm trying to not fall into the void I was broked, unstoked and tired I laid my head down on the hard wood of floor and tried To invoke an ancient rite From the ether pull out some crucial vibes