High-Rise Society

Streets covered with bodies
Piled six feet high
Mass of flesh so dense
You can't see the concrete
Stiff and cold, frozen over from
Frigid night winds
Blood pours out, filling the storm drains
Condemned by a hostile world

One hundred thirteen stories high
Clouds block your view
Gaze past, even with floor to ceiling windows
You can't see the corpse covered foundation
Building toward the sky till
Suffering is beyond your view

Walk on them, stepping over bodies when
Bliss is just an elevator trip away
One car, that would pay for five lifetimes
Taking more than you could ever need
The top one percent, owns ninety-nine
Hoarding dragons, asleep in their towers
I hope you choke
I hope you choke
I hope you choke

Death to high-rise society
Death to high-rise society
Death to high-rise society

Hoarding dragons, asleep in their towers
I hope you choke
I hope you choke

Death to high-rise society
Death to high-rise society
Death to high-rise society



Credits
Writer(s): Abraham Michael Johnson, Isaiah Rael Paguaga, Jackson Doyle King, Samuel Michael Bivona
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