Walking through a street of steel weeds
A city turned to stone by hate, lust, and greed

Mistrust and fear- their frozen cold eyes
Always face forward and never look toward the sky

The wandering few cry out their pain
but their voices resound in vain
Something more to life they say
But the chance has slipped away

Their faces the same, an empty gray page
Their hearts turned dull within the stone concrete cage

I see the slips they used to pray to
And those dead who needed one or two

The wandering few cry out their pain
but their voices resound in vain
Something more to life they say
But the chance has slipped away

I need to break out of this place
I need to wake up from this dream
I need, I need to scream!

The wandering few cry out their pain
but their voices resound in vain
Something more to life they say
But the chance has slipped away

Walk in the streets where gold is king
Voices fill the air but don’t say a thing
As I turned my back to leave
I saw one statue crack and begin to heave

He said, I need to break out of this place
I need to find something that’s real
I need, I need to feel!