A never-ending hunger haunts our souls
Hear the midnight hour mourn the golden peace
Hunted by a constant fear of steadiness
The dusk means nothing, when no one ever sleeps
Who knows what tomorrow will reveal?
We all feel this strange appeal
So we roam the streets
And everyday repeats
In the City of Unrest (of Unrest)
Great perfection always fades away
And in the end the paradox alone has to suffice
Why do we hesitate to compromise
When everything we touch corrupts anyway?
Who knows what tomorrow will reveal?
We all feel this strange appeal
So we roam the streets
And everyday repeats
In the City of Unrest (of Unrest)
Slaves is my favorite song, although Crosses comes at such a close second... this LP and acts of worship I both need to own in some sort of physical copy one day, they're so good at expressing emotions I didn't even know I felt... yona