City of Man

I guess the city's left to ruin And I'm left to die All your words will fall on thorns I care more about my world Like my crowns and my gold And I know, I know I'm self-absorbed, I'm self-absorbed In my moral decay Have we murdered our maker? Out of envy or malice? Are we left to our vices? Or are you calling my name? I know that you're a giver But my hands are full All I've done with your gifts Is to throw them in a ditch Now you're back and you're pissed And I know, I know I know you're good, you're always good But my moral decay Have we murdered our maker? Out of envy or malice? Are we left to our vices? Or are you calling my name? Are you calling my name? Are you calling my name? Have we murdered our maker? Out of envy or malice? Are we left to our vices? Or are you calling my name?