Kowloon walled city - Daughters and Sons lyrics

There's no home for us here No stories to tell They stacked the decks with shining lights With undercuts and sabotage Did we get enough? Are we satisfied yet? All of your voices are like silhouettes They're never coming back We never wanted to be cynical or fatalist But day to day through ringing ears and gasoline Bags of pills and buckets of ice Did we get enough? Are we satisfied yet? All of your voices are like silhouettes They're never coming back