This is your nightmare calling. It's the downside of life in the city. Trouble will always find you. That's the problem of life in the city. It's always a pity. That someone goes under. I'll show you the worse side of life. That you thought was forgotten forever. It's not that it's evil there. But it's always lurking around. Like a child of the jago. A child of the jago. Yeah yeah. The city's a cemetery. Everywhere that you dig is another. Open it up beneath you. And the bad things are pulling you under. And once you go under. You're gone and forgotten. Some of the symmetry. Between the rooftop pools in the sewer. It's easy to disappear. When you know that nobody would miss you. Like a child of the jago. A child of the jago. Yeah yeah. There's always been weary souls. That look like they're straight out of fiction. Wretched and weather-beaten. With the wind blowing rain in their faces. It always disgraces. In most modern places. There's always a worse kind of place. Where it will shock even the sick and the twisted. The pocket is there for the picking. And the clothes are for living on church day. The difference is minor. To a child of the jago. Yeah yeah. The future is medieval. The future is medieval. The future is medieval. The future is medieval. Yeah yeah. The future is medieval. The future is medieval. The future is medieval. The future is medieval. Yeah yeah. The future is medieval. The future is medieval