Man is crowding in the concrete streets.
They travel, without ever moving.
I can feel it, I can see it.
Fear dominates the working class.
Iris scans, finger prints, Bank accounts, satcom lense
Who are you, what are you?
Will you be to us, what we are to you?
Stumbling trough the mud
Will you still be true?
Or will you go insane?
Facing toxic fallout and tasting acid rain
Crawling around in the dark we accompany you all
Run down your cars, hide in your malls.
Block out your dreams, invite us in your souls
Trapped in the maze of society's rage,
While judge and jury stand aside.
Well bred anchor men will
Sound the horn of urban blight,
Every day, and every night.
The sweet sound of lies, filled with pride
Care for your hopes, your dreams,
That will get you trough the night.
So cash in your freedom,
And get on with your life.
Cause death will save you all,
When the atomic fires will arrive.
The crusade will never stop.
The glowing hint of answers will
Never fade in the pixilated light
And shades of fear will keep on drifting across the man made skies
Well bred anchor men will still sound
The horn of urban blight,
Every day, and every night.
The sweet sound of lies, filled with pride
Time will pass. Things will change. Is that so (unbearable) strange?
Is that so hard to understand,
Leaving nothing than a carcass, leaving nothing more than dust?