The asphalt lining is interspace twining
I seem to be back again
Driving on those black bends
It's killing me, and my friends
This concrete jungle is categorically funded by war
And the deeds of all the men
The goals, the reasons from them
We are past our due date now
Fleeting, building, to nothing
Seething, at the sight of it all
Though I'm at odds, I see it's more even than God
Even He couldn't quite see this
That I, am alone in the weight of
I, am alone in the weight of it all
Fleeting, building, to nothing
Seething, at the sight of it all
At the sight of it all
At the sight of it