One night I think you said to me that we`re broken
Well I`m still breaking
But I realize my skin`s not bulletproof either
Mazes in the cornfields died
And on their grave a new hotel lies
Only crumbling dirt and crumbling lives survive
That tune you`re humming never sounded so bleak to me
Father, have you done right?
?‚?“I broke my back, son, sold my time?‚?”
Fingers shredded even more than your spirit
They`ll break you in and work you down
until you pledge allegiance
To a system that brings you up just to knock you down
?‚?“I`d like to see you turn this world upside down?‚?”
Screaming voice of reason
Muffled by concrete
Beauty covered with parking lots
Seems these yellow lines are all we`ve got