Mixam

Cassandra's still shouting from the city walls but no one ever hears



And far below the traffic moves like fish upon the ocean floor



to the rhythms of the tide



We're holding on so tight because it seems as if we're moving very fast



But all this speed is just illusion as we while away our lives



Whatever they want from you - you don't have to give



Whatever they say to you - you don't have to give



Whatever they put you through



Fury to the left of me, madmen to the right



And on Caesars Mall seduction is so sweet



It's easy to forget that there's a price on



Whatever they want from you - you don't have to give



Whatever they say to you - you don't have to give



Whatever they put you through