| There are tourists and then there are residents | |
| In a city where the walls are filled with sound | |
| Basting off the floors | |
| Listening to your own thumping in the bass | |
| The wizards play sirens | |
| People march, some chant with the sound | |
| A lot of the tourists are smaller then their shell | |
| Funny they forget how small they really are in that | |
| grand city | |
| Some even forget where they came from | |
| The gatekeepers, they don't own the key | |
| They're merely robots that depending on how they feel | |
| on that day | |
| Extend their arms to remove and replace | |
| The rope that let's the quest in and out | |
| The city that only lasts a night | |
| Means nothing but a sound |