Rise up
And cut the purse strings that hang you
And drop cause when we fall we're caught
WE BUILT THIS CITY on our own
What happened to our open boarders for one and all?
Our vice keeps the standard improving at the expense of our own collapse

Judge me
Not you: this place is not true to it's orignal intent: feel safe and smile
Rise up cut them down
Our poor live can like barons right here
Relative prosperity
Survival's just enough for me

Build
Stall
Hope that we'll all fall
Raise your fist and shout it out
Embrace no hate
Welcome to one and all