We've grown up among smokestacks and concrete walls.
Ashes in our lungs. Fire in our hearts. Berefit of all warmth.
Again I am walking.
Through your city, haunted.
By the aching in my stomach.
We follow the paths of our careers
to drop dead consumed by our fears.
When I would try to drag down
What drags me down
I would need to dash this whole
moloch to the ground.
I know how it feels,
to be the lowest of the low.
That's over now.
I'm not a griever, but no coward either.
I throw myself on the hard floor reality.
Back on my feet I drag myself
Through your shitty Hollywood-lives.
Maybe I'm still a slave to my fears.
But maybe you're just the fucked up I am.
Maybe it will all come down, but we won't drown in vain.
We will tear your world apart.
Forever against the grain.
