We're stuck in a place so dark, you could hardly see

 manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
 And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
 I block out the sight of the powers that be
 Duck away into the darkness, times up
 I wind up in [bad word] world with eyes shut
 So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
 And the eyes ease open and it's dark again

 From the top to the bottom
 Bottom to top I stop
 At the core, I'm forgotten
 In the middle of my thoughts
 Taken far from my safety
 The picture's there
 The memory won't escape me
 By why should I care

 In the memory you'll find me
 Eyes burning up
 The darkness holding me tightly
 Until the sun rises up...

 Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs
 And nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around
 Watchin the wheels of cars that pass I look past
 To the last of the light and the long shadows it casts
 window grows and captures the eye
 And cries out yellow light as it passes me by
 And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
 Inside a building of rocks with antennas on top
 Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain
 The same lose, not knowing they were part of the game
 And while the insides change, the box stays the same
 And the figure inside could bear anybody's name
 The memories I keep are from a time like then
 I put on my paper so I [bad word] back to them
 Someday I'm hopin to close my eyes and pretend
 That this [bad word] up paper can be perfect again

 From the top to the bottom
 Bottom to top I stop
 At the core, I'm forgotten
 In the middle of my thoughts
 Taken far from my safety
 The picture's there
 The memory won't escape me

 I'm here at this podium talking, the ceremonial offerings
 Dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
 What's happening? city governments are eternally napping
 Trapped in greedy covenants, causin urban collapsing
 Bullets that scar souls, with dark holds, get more than your car stole
 Some hearts be blacker than charcoal
 For real, this society's deprivation depends
 Not on our differences, but the separation within
 No preparation is made, limited age, and minimum wage
 Livin in a tenement cage for innocent pay
 Tragedy within a parade,
 The darkness overspreads like apermanent plague,
 I'm forgotten

 In the memory you'll find me
 Eyes burning up
 The darkness holding me tightly
 Until the sun rises up