Simple Row, Nothing unique
Victim to dilapidation
This whole town is industrialization, falling apart
Is an aspect of construction, or production, when the heart
Is left out of the design
No one seems to fix whats broken, but they sure pay it close attention
To criticize the condition
Not realizing this was by their design
'Oh well, time to fix the problem' they say
Then they throw it all away
But the people stay
Now in a different place
It's easy on paper
But it's hard when you see their eyes
Cuz you know they see right through it
Your lens reflects the truth as a lie
You have a hard time sleeping at night
But they don't have a place to sleep
