We're settling for nothing less But countless times of saying "no" This nonchalance could not impress But rather speed this newfound low
No refuge and no escape From this situations shape Our eyes are faint and and yet percieve The old times woven tapestry
A hollow shadow sets its tone Whispering of days long gone An apparition rips and tears It brings a heavy guilt to bear
These ghosts are haunting our halls
And how can I find solace In a city that births a billion babies not worth a dollar, a food-stamp or thought? My modernity is in the hands of my longevity And the memories are what's helping me stroll through the streets with feet wounded from the needles I've treaded for you