I feel like someone’s following me as I walk down these dim streets and find that Nothing even looks the same to me I was up where the road meets the rut, where all of the cars get stuck and wondered If I’d get left behind there myself
All of these sounds berate me from all around and only serve to confound the way
I feel about myself and this spoiled world Start to panic as everything turns to static, is the world so erratic that concrete Dreams are the only ones that can last?
Because this city doesn’t look like paradise Yeah, the bright lights just seem hazy to these eyes When the skyscrapers collapse, the avenues no longer flat Maybe then we’ll cast aside our shared disguise
Buildings of crystal don’t hide a lack of a soul as they plot how to dispose of all of Us one and all
Make this city bleed, it’s best for you and me Expose the travesty of penthouse inequity