The lacking of father figures
Has made every problem bigger
We're turning into bottom feeders
In these blueprints
On strangers in streets off broadway
Are markings that tells you their names
I wonder if their signs mislead me
Or lead me
To feel alive, you must cast aside your social lies
(We're vaguely here and we're barely standing up)
Up and down, when you have a shot to release yourself
And when all is done you will open up your eyes