Doomswitch - Concrete Colossus

They're long winters in the city of spirals Toxic cycle, toxic cycle With neon hinterlands, you cynically eye-roll Toxic cycle, suicidal (But there's a weight upon your chest) Deserted homes, but you know Turn yourself 'round or you'll be lost in death Usurpers, drones, but you know Turn yourself 'round or you'll be just like them (So you can be someone they can't) So you can face yourself, face the world Even through it all (This city's back to haunt you) (This city's out to get you) Face yourself, face this curse (Doomswitch) They're all fictional, incipient idols Unwanted (prayers), forgotten (beds) They're long winters in the city of spirals Accursed (hexed), despondent (dead) Cursed, your words You're cursed Deserted homes, but you know Turn yourself 'round or you'll be lost in death Usurpers, drones, but you know Turn yourself 'round or you'll be just like So you can face yourself, face the world Even through it all (This city's back to haunt you) (This city's out to get you) Face yourself, face this curse (Doomswitch) Deserted This city's back to haunt you Usurper Buried down into your core You know this story, you know how it ends But you don't know the world around you sees you just like them Just like them