3. Swallow Down
By crossing the fine line in this game that we call life
An existence can easily be cast to the other side
The side of filth, the side of pain
In the dirt lies what's left of a man
Unfortunate stories along the way
It's hard to find the ones to blame
Cries from inside too vague to be heard
While shivering hands beg to quench the thirst
Cure the disease that's been shaped into our souls
So we gain benefit for the whole
Our frozen appearance has got to melt
To soothe the pain they have felt
Can't be kept within this frame
We gotta look for another way
While this cycle moves they're pulled down
Swallow down...
Face their shades
Out in the streets and at the corners it's seen
Anguished images of grief remain unseen

(Taking a look at today's society the growth of homelessness is increasing day by day. Most of these people have to face a life at the verge [bad word] and get confronted with harsh feelings and reactions, mostly. Wouldn't [bad word] if there'd be a way out?..)