Unrest
I've walked these streets a thousand times,
still this world never seemed colder.
Compromised a thousand times to the will of malicious minds.
Reality never hit so ******* hard.
Crushed by endless desperation, endless surrender.
Retrace the steps, retrace the steps.
Is this what I have become?
What the **** have I become?
Security, illusion for the weak.
Refuge, sought in routine.
Another gear in their ******* machine.
See, you can win the rat race
but you're still nothing but a ******* rat.
So seek that crown,
because in this kingdom of fools true ignorance reigns supreme.
I see this city for what it is,
a monument to the depths of human misery.
Retrace the steps.
What have we become?