Cracked pavements bleed neon scars, graffiti whispers on the walls
Echoes of forgotten pasts, where hope's graffiti slowly falls
A symphony of sirens wail, a concrete jungle, cold and grey
Another lost generation's tale, painted on a dismal day
Can we break free from these chains we've made?
Can beauty rise from this concrete maze?
Concrete canvas, stained with dreams, a tapestry of broken cries
Empty promises, hollow schemes, etched beneath unforgiving skies
We build our castles on shifting sands, chasing ghosts in the urban sprawl
Yearning for a promised land, a future where we're not afraid at all
Ghosts of industry haunt the air, rusting monuments to a brighter past
The hollow eyes of despair, stare through shattered windows, shadows cast
Library books gather dust, forgotten words on yellowed pages
A culture lost to apathy's rust, a legacy for future ages
Can we break free from these chains we've made?
Can beauty rise from this concrete maze?
Concrete canvas, stained with dreams, a tapestry of broken cries
Empty promises, hollow schemes, etched beneath unforgiving skies
We build our castles on shifting sands, chasing ghosts in the urban sprawl
Yearning for a promised land, a future where we're not afraid at all
Concrete canvas, stained with dreams, a tapestry of broken cries
Empty promises, hollow schemes, etched beneath unforgiving skies
We build our castles on shifting sands, chasing ghosts in the urban sprawl
Yearning for a promised land, a future where we're not afraid at all
