Cities burning for a love affair nOpen mind, empty bank accountnIf these are your streets, nyour streets are all dead to mennSomeone dies on the internetnpress delete then resetnIf this is your peace,nyour peace is hypocricynnIf there's no regret that you can recallnyou've got it allnnSit and burn in an office chairnOpen minds, empty bank accountsnIf this is defeat,ndefeat is a happen-stancennHundereds die under minaretsnSomeone cries, then forgetsnif this is distressnYour profit distresses mennIf there's no regret that you can recallnyou've got it all