Urban Reserves - Coilguns

If we can’t stand each other for the rest of our days

Tolerate neighbourhood and share space

If present dictated by future plans

Means exode for the many and profits for the few

We rather set ourself apart in a different dimension

For nothing has changed and nothing can be made

If present dictated by future plans

Means exode for the many and profits for the few

Urban reserv

For the fools and the weirds

All thos who don’t buy

Commercial cities

No words from us if we’re not forced to bail

No need to expand but to keep our home safe

If present dictated by future plans

Means exode for the many and profits for the few

Urban reserve

For the fools and the weirds

All those who don’t buy

Commercial cities

(We claim) urban reserves

The losers the freaks

All of them dismissed

From predicted cities