Sleeping Beauty

This city sleeps tonight The abased streets under orange lights It still remains the same, there is no end in sight And I walk around, and I walk around... This city sleeps tonight. Seems this has been for a long long time. And I walk around With all these thoughts spinning in my mind. Passing all these empty houses, Lost places, forsaken homes. Do you remember those sandbox dreams we made? Echoes of a long gone urban legacy, Fallen perspectives of a ruined society. This is a dead town story. We ranges trough canyons Raised by our fathers bare hands Looking for some daze and redemption. We are the homeless. We are the restless, The forgotten, the lost ones. In this sleeping beauty, In this hollow nightmare Are we sleeping or are we dead? In this sleeping beauty, In this hollow nightmare Are we still sleeping or are we already dead?