We are proud individuals living on the city,
But the flames couldn’t go much higher.
We find God and religions to,
To paint us with salvation.
But no one,
No nobody,
Can give you the power,
To rise over love,
And over hate,
Through this iron sky,
That’s fast becoming our minds.
Over fear and into freedom.
Oh, that’s life
That’s dripping down the walls
Of a dream that cannot breathe
In this harsh reality
Mass confusion spoon fed to the blind
