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So i walk with intent towards my salvation, the sound of distant sirens drowned out by thick concrete walls, thoughts rise and fall sharpen my mind into a razor
I see faces cut by lines of weariness, i find the reasons while i suffer
I scan the city skyline, smoking like a neon mechanized christ
I try to sense impending danger, the sound of distant sirens drowned out by thick concrete walls
So i walk with intent towards my salvation, there s a bum on the corner with his shopping cart filled with plastic bags, steam rising up from the gutter shining in the headlights of passing cars
But my shoulders tell me that ain t right, with money to spend on all the wrong things
Intelligent eyes hardened by cynical resignation, just like all the others
I hear the neons scream, smoking like a neon mechanized christ
I see faces cut by lines of weariness, just like all the others
Just like all the others, if you can make it here no one will care, but my shoulders tell me that ain t right
Up the stairs into a hazy dream, steam rising up from the gutter shining in the headlights of passing cars
intelligent eyes hardened by cynical resignation
somedays i would wonder how he got there
Just like all the others, i scan the city skyline Is, my state of mind makes me all alone on this platform in this subway station
Fields of concrete stretching infinitely, intelligent eyes hardened by cynical resignation, the industries that made us free
my state of mind makes me all alone on this platform in this subway station
Steam rising up from the gutter shining in the headlights of passing cars, i try to sense impending danger, there s a bum on the corner with his shopping cart filled with plastic bags
the industries that made us free
Somedays i would wonder how he got there, just like all the others
The industries that made us free, i hear the billboards scream, my state of mind makes me all alone on this platform in this subway station
So i walk with intent towards my salvation, i get down on my knees, smoking like a neon mechanized christ
there s a bum on the corner with his shopping cart filled with plastic bags
So i walk with intent towards my salvation, i scan the city skyline
I scan the city skyline, the sound of distant sirens drowned out by thick concrete walls
i pray to no one and i feel nothing
Fields of concrete stretching infinitely, just like all the others
Steam rising up from the gutter shining in the headlights of passing cars, somedays i would wonder how he got there, with money to spend on all the wrong things
I find the reasons while i suffer, if you can make it here no one will care
i hear the billboards scream