In the city of madness, I`m just another face,
but they know right where I am,
gotta leave this place.
Hiding in the subway, I don`t like it down here,
rats are coming after me, they can smell my fear.
I`m in a fix, can`t you tell,
living in this high rise hell.
Got the clouds for company,
terra ferma is the place to be.
In the city of chrome and steel,
they`ve got axes to grind.
I`m looking straight ahead of me,
but they`re coming up from below.
Try an` escape to the sky but I got my vertigo blues,
running out of time and luck,
wearing dead mens shoes.
They`re twenty floor below,
twenty floor below.
I can see the whites of their eyes,
and they`re coming to get me.
In the city of angels underneath the desert moon,
I may seem in control right now,
but it`s them who`s calling the tune.
Turn to face my killers,
now turn and confront my fear.
There`s a shadow on the wall, everything is clear.