I wonder if you see me now
You would die in your sleep;
Who in their right mind
Would sell their soul to this city?
My heart cries for you
In the middle of your demise
What a reputation to behold
As white doves fly away into the night
Eight years you\'ve been around
As your presence gets bigger and bigger
As gentle as your soul may be
You have no heart of skills
As you slander me
In your heart of hearts
I wonder if you see me now,
Would you die in your sleep?