Mixam

Cassandra's still shouting from the city walls but no one ever hears And far below the traffic moves like fish upon the ocean floor To the rhythms of the tide We're holding on so tight because it seems as if we're moving very fast But all this speed is just illusion as we while away our lives Whatever they want from you - you don't have to give Whatever they say to you - you don't have to give Whatever they put you through Fury to the left of me, madmen to the right And on Caesars Mall seduction is so sweet It's easy to forget that there's a price on Whatever they want from you - you don't have to give Whatever they say to you - you don't have to give Whatever they put you through