Текст: Darkest Hour. District Divided.

We are the expatriated
Our fate cards have played us
Neighbors displaced us

We've seen that these
Demographics are targets
Shot down by the market

I've felt the wrath of the greedy
Now complete with more yellow monsters
I've seen the needs of a city completely ignored
Surrounded by vultures

We are the sons and the daughters
Expecting betrayal
Neglecting out passions

We know your plans don't include us
That's why we've made our own

I've felt the wrath of the greedy
Now complete with more monsters
I`ve seen the needs of a city completely ignored
Surrounded by vultures
Destroyers of culture

Insatiable their appetite
The gluttons who consumed
Their way to the top

We are the expatriated
Our fate cards have played us
Neighbors displaced us

We've seen that these
Demographics are targets
Shot down by the market

I've felt the wrath of the greedy
Now complete with more yellow monsters
I've seen the needs of a city completely ignored
Surrounded by vultures
Destroyers of culture