We are proud individuals living on the city, But the flames couldn’t go much higher. We find God and religions to, To paint us with salvation. But no one, No nobody, Can give you the power, To rise over love, And over hate, Through this iron sky, That’s fast becoming our minds. Over fear and into freedom. Oh, that’s life That’s dripping down the walls Of a dream that cannot breathe In this harsh reality Mass confusion spoon fed to the blind Serves now to define our cold society