The last words I heard before I slammed the door
"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 [2x]