The lacking of father figures
Has made every problem bigger
We're turning into bottom feeders
On strangers in streets off broadway
Are markings that tells you their names
I wonder if their signs misleads me
Or leads me
I turn it away
I'm safe from the waterfall
Our skin has big city illness
I try to communicate this
But nothing in the world will change it
So walk through the blueprints sister
I'm sure she will know you left her
Just pass under the guilty bitch bridge
And turn it away
I'm safe from the waterfall
I can't believe we're failing this
It's easy , tried and on the list
that binds us through euphoric bliss
For you my dear, I'm lost