The City

Check mate
Looking around
Scouting

I used to be the lost and fortunate
Now all I see is misfortune
Oh baby we should go
And just follow the flow
All we need is to grow old
And mind modesty
Conform to the cold
All we need is to stay out of trouble

Basic shit
We are going to the globe
To watch The Mauler
Hands up we get to see a legend
Before heading back from the dome
To my home
Rank two to massive deterioration
The streets are filled with
Aimless servants acting as they're free
Come out and see
For yourself

When I return to the city
I come back to realize it is only me
Look to the left and to the right it is too late
Everybody loves a stalemate
They are coveted by but limited by
Their own perceptions of the leverage
They possess
They only make it worse and play the victim
Instead of delivering a dictum
The city is on its knees

I used to be the lost and fortunate
Now all I see is you

When I return to the city
I come back to realize it is only me
Look to the left and to the right it is too late
Everybody loves a stalemate
They're coveted by but limited by
Their own perceptions of the leverage
They possess
They only make it worse and play the victim
Instead of delivering a dictum
The city is on its knees

I love you
But you love somebody else
Forgive me baby
I owe you my soul
But it disappeared into a black hole
In silence I shall pray
While eyeing you in my hallway
Boasting in a gown that you've sown
You conquer all I have known

Whoa
When I come out of delirium
All I see is someone who fail to recognize
What is at stake and what we have to lose
There is simply no excuse
This is really old news
Have you been picking up the booze
While ignoring all the obvious cues
I have given you the right to choose
And you decided that it would be best to hit snooze
I really thought you had different views
But I guess your greatest skill is just to confuse
I guess I was wrong the city is doomed



Credits
Writer(s): John Ackerberg
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