I stand below the towering skyline Sidewalk cracks keep me in place There is life beyond these rotten structures I was young once. I remember losing
Right or wrong, this is murder in the open. The just path of ruin marched down gold paved streets. I watched as the heavens fell to the dirt
Dismay takes hold of your throat until the only thing real is the lack of conscious and its persistence in ending the vitality of what was once a spectacular
By a route obscure and lonely. Fall by fault only trees will know me. From the ocean floor, to the ships above me. Float dead back to shore Dreams still
Tied to the railroad tracks, the sun cooking for the vultures. With the truth full steam ahead Not a goddamn mountain could stop us. Confessions will
We kick and we scream, but that doesn't make the air in our lungs any more abundant. It doesn't secure our existence, and it sure as hell doesn't mean