I think this city
Is gonna kill me
These tombstone buildings
And grave faces
Look right through me
Look right through me
These same old places
With strangers' faces
Shrouded in dense smog
And rammed with people
Who walk right through me
Walk right through me
My morning commute
On the same old route
These same grey faces
In grey rat races
They become me
They become me
Their ties like nooses
Same tired excuses
This train on prozac
Crawls down the tracks
But they don't own me
They don't own me