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Sin city
Fast cars , infinite skyscrapers
White collars chasing their papers
Luxury for the rich suffering for the paupers
This is the city home of money worshippers

Every moment is a movie on fastfoward
The pressure too much for the weak and coward
Regardless no mourning we just move onward
If lifelessness was a category we would win an award

This is is the place where night is day
When everyone comes to play
But in the morning to the lord we pray
Everyday like a tape on replay

Slaves to work we forget our destiny
Our thirst for power brings us to greed and impunity
Our lives are flushed with all its opportunity
But maybe we would be saved by maturity