Smokestacks and Concrete Walls

We’ve grown up among smokestacks and concrete walls
Ashes in our lungs
Fire in our hearts
Bereft of all warmth
Again I am walking
Through your city, haunted
By the aching in my stomach
We follow the paths of our careers
To drop dead consumed by our fears
When I would try to drag down
What drags me down
I would need to dash this whole
Moloch to the ground
I know how it feels
To be the lowest of the low
That’s over now
I’m not a griever, but no coward either
I throw myself on the hard floor of reality
Back on my feet I drag myself
Through your shitty Hollywood lives
Maybe I’m still a slave to my fears
But maybe you’re just the fucked up I am
Maybe it will all come down, but we won’t drown in vain
We will tear your world apart
Forever against the grain