City Of The Dead lyrics

you landed in time
in the city of the dead
how was your flight?
i`m glad that we met
ain`t gonna wait `til the day dejection comes
ain`t gonna waste my time with the pityful ones (here)

you know that i`m kind
that i like to pretend
that everything`s fine
that the rain is my friend
don`t give a damn about fame if i gotta have a gun
ain`t gonna like myself before i get something done (here)

i want to believe
i proceed with my choice
it`s getting harder to breath
i`m losing my voice

oh yeah! never mind th ethings they might have said
we`re living in the city of the dead