The city is a dying tomb
For all who emerge from the womb
And it leaves us all to defray
The real cost of living in so-called civilized way.

And we know all’s not well here,
We know we’ve created a hell here,
And we know all’s not well here,
We know we’ve created a hell here.

This is just a den of thieves
Whether or not in man you believe
And the gods of our lives run amok
While we worship and kill for and die for a buck.

And we know there is hate here,
We know we’ve created our fate here,
We know there’s so much hate here,
Can we sit and accept our fate here?

There’s a political gamble being made,
It’s our lives and well being at stake,
And this world has been put on the table,
There’s something to do if we’re concerned and we’re able!

So if nothing is said or is done,
And we end up with nowhere to run,
And leaders cannot be believed,
Then nothing is what will be heard or achieved.

And we know there’s little hope here,
We know we are killing ourselves here,
We know there’s little hope here,
Can we sit and bleed in our apathy here?