Under The Crescent Moon: Power, Corruption & Lies/Laughing Stock - Toyota City

Toyota City

This is the story of innocent men

Who once wandered without a destination

Until their steps of an once long procession

Came into this very same nation

By Alexander their people were guided

By the plateus of Zamo and Gunitas they were sustained

By Pluto and his Knights they were fortified

By the Theather and the Canary the nobles were entertained

By the factories and diseases, these people who came were chained

Without any left promises

They worked so hard until they were dead

To later be put into the deepest holes

Their bodies cold as the snow

No one could explain how each head felt

Before the hands of a crushed heft

Now let me tell you where it all began

All of them were once children

Orphans left along the way

Their children shared of a same dream

A dream to fly away

Sail and never come back

Concrete to fill in walls into cracks

Their dreams slept brought them the loom

To navigate and shared of the land of twin moons

Have you ever seen the sky?

They ask and there's no reply

Adults are so occupied

Living their double life

At this time of the night

All they can do is fight

To achieve a minor peace of mind

That's just their way of life

Sustained by a pack of lies

Some got this job made of a love unrequited

Life sits still only for we, the tired

Some work hard on the factory

To feed one's mouth with an entire granary

Some lay easily on the layers of a near sidewalk

Listening to the holy monk wearing a frock

Thought to be undead

Cut finely haze of burning cigarette

Bring some of us into same ashes

However, why can't some die just yet?

Had we been aware

While we sit in the chair

The eyes of the throne

Seem so prone

Watching into the unrest

No shard of mirror into himself

Dear Alexander

Can't stand the disorder

Never had been a lurker

For those who deceive

Maybe he can hear us plead

Each murmur of our prayers

To finish this warfare

Before we can bear the heart attack

Am I sleeping?

It can happen with we, the tired

Am I dead?

It already happened

My body can't reach heaven

I can't go further

I'm just a fellow worker

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