Виниловая Нейра In Search of Other Clues

The warehouse reeks of sorrow
Of rat urine
And broken dreams
Poor souls

Listen, Buba, they know
You’re here
They’re waiting
For you

You won’t catch me with that
I need a scent
In this foul warehouse job
You’ll find me?
You’ll kill me?
There’s only a detective here
On short paws
And maybe, just maybe, rats

The tracks lead to a concrete maw
Where every sound spells out my fall
I’m here alone
Caught in industrial, cold iron jaws
The locket in my paws
My only light
In a city devoid of right!
Just bullets, and shadows
City, when I only
Started to believe
A detective has
Only his honor and conscience!

A step — and the concrete groans
Under my claws
In the darkness behind the crates
Someone’s shadows
The locket chills my fur in my paw
It doesn’t just smell of fear here
It smells of a conspiracy

Listen, Buba, they know
You’re here
They’re waiting
For you

The tracks lead to a concrete maw
Where every sound spells out my fall
I’m here alone
Caught in industrial, cold iron jaws
The locket in my paws
My only light
In a city devoid of right!
Just bullets, and shadows
City, when I only
Started to believe
A detective has
Only his honor and conscience!