Текст песни
Closed banks on Regent Street
Helpless crowds on hundred feet
Tin of useless ATMs
Carrying banners, no sense
Daily nightmare, evening dream
Dying sunlight sliding beam
Newsprint promises, bulk spamming
Chaos coming, chaos coming
Gravitation pressing more
Broken glasses empty store
Sadden dump of traffic sound
Sand clock's turn to push the count
Politicians splashing stars
Heavy fire flying sparks
Grey priest quick to cut last amen
Chaos coming, chaos coming