We are the dead ones, we are the lost cause
We are the bend before the break. Our steps seal our fate.

[Chorus:]
Because this city, this city is haunted
By ghosts (ghosts) from broken homes (homes)
Because this city, this city is haunted
And there's no hope (hope) left for these souls (souls).

Every step I take I leave a small piece
Of myself behind. Soon there will be nothing left.