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

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