I've walked these streets a thousand times, still this world never seemed colder. Compromised a thousand times to the will of malicious minds. Reality never hit so fucking hard. Crushed by endless desperation, endless surrender. Retrace the steps, retrace the steps. Is this what I have become? Retrace the steps, retrace the steps. What the fuck have I become? Security, illusion for the weak. Refuge, sought in routine. Another gear in their fucking machine. See, you can win the rat race but you're still nothing but a fucking rat. So seek that crown, because in this kingdom of fools true ignorance reigns supreme. I see this city for what it is, a monument to the depths of human misery. Retrace the steps. What have we become?