This City, The Undead

There's something about this place that draws a bad crowd The people that find themselves Here are the ones who never quite made themselves fit Not anywhere else They're the quiet, they're the broken, they're the lost, they're the forgotten The rain falls with a regularity and a routine that's hard to match Those dark clouds fill the sky so that they cast a pall A sickly yellow tinge in the day And in the night? Hah... Well They come out, their teeth bared Their breath like smoke on cold air They move like shadows and whisper That they're empty That they're hungry All us locals know to stay away from the alleys And the entries and the dark ends of the streets But this city has an allure It knows exactly what it needs and how to get it And it waits anxiously for the next set of people To step off of the trains and the buses It knows how to feed We learn quick how to turn a blind eye This city will drag you down This city is a hunting ground This city will chew you up This city will suck your blood