In a city built on sin
Around every corner is a person to fear
The way you hold your glass makes it clear
You're not here for forgiveness
But strictly for love
And you'll rip through the fabric just to get above
But the chains around your ankles hold a different fate
You're an artist with your fragile soul on display
But you walk with your shoulders held back, square and taught
Putting up a front that you won't be bought
Hold onto your ideals and remember your name
In a city filled with "do not enter" or "one way"
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