Москва, my dark city

Somebody builds an empire in a group chat.
Somebody prays with an empty palm.
City whispers, "Do not trust me." I nod like, "Yeah,
I know." Москва — мой dark city.
Saints and sharks in one pretty.
We move slow, bass heavy.
Love for sale, hearts ready.
Москва — cold glamour.
Kisses fake, dreams hammered.
We move slow, nights steady.
Dark reggae, bass heavy.