The Cult - This Night In The City Forever

All my friends are drunk in a sense of flame Will I see them again? I dream of dreams to come and temples built with love I’m not a slave. This city lights are fading, calling me again Like diamonds in the rain Where prophets tag their name, her rivers filled with shame Few faces stay the same. The time will never end, the larger truth is in My skies will show again. My fire works ignite, the spirit now takes flight And have the glory fame. I don’t mess around Throw your weapon to the ground Now, witches gather round They have to make no sound.