Big City Dream - Modern Life Is War

«You gotta be humble in this life.»

But my shoulders tell me that ain’t right

As I race down the stairs and step out into the night

I scan the city skyline…

Smoking like a neon mechanized Christ

So I walk with intent towards my salvation

Thoughts rise and fall… sharpen my mind into a razor

I try to see into the future

I try to sense impending danger

There’s a bum on the corner with his shopping cart filled with plastic bags

Somedays I would wonder how he got there

Not tonight, I don’t care

Steam rising up from the gutter… shining in the headlights of passing cars

The sound of distant sirens drowned out by thick concrete walls

My state of mind makes me all alone on this platform in this subway station

If you can make it here… no one will care

I see faces cut by lines of weariness

Intelligent eyes hardened by cynical resignation

I catch my reflection… my face is changing too

I find the reasons while I suffer

Just like all the others

Up the stairs into a hazy dream

I hear the neons scream

I hear the billboards scream

Fields of concrete stretching infinitely

The industries that made us free…

With money to spend on all the wrong things

I get down on my knees

The crowds rush past me

I pray to no one and I feel nothing.

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