Concrete cancer

Bueno, esto era una letra que escribí cuando estaba en Nightcrawler y me molaba mucho. Como supongo que ya no la usarán, al menos la pongo por aquí para gozo y disfrute de la audiencia de este blog:

You can’t see the stars
bright on city’s sky
A black shroud
cover it like a deadly cloud
polluting the air
Poisoning the veins of the earth

Where the flowers grew
like a cancer grows the concrete.
Like deadly black roses
for the tomb of our mother.

Buried for our desire
on a steel and crystal casket
all beauty lies dead
and nobody cries
Just tell me
had this crime any sense?
had we got the right?
who do we think we are?

Where the flowers grew
like a cancer grows the concrete.
Like deadly black roses
for the tomb of our mother.