Chaos rides on the crowded backs.
Someplace to go,
Always some place.
Not a moment to look,
And study a face.
The value of love here is lost,
Sold on the streets at low cost.
No more people,
Just phantoms surround us.
We look at the faces,
Of ghosts all around us.
We look at the faces,
Of ghosts all around us.
No one cares for another man's soul,
In this city, you win or get swallowed whole.
Among this madness,
Take a moment to stand still.
Wait for life to catch up,
Don't make time just to kill.
The unknown face is more than you know,
There's a story behind that furrowed brow.
Not everyone's lost,
If you can be that one man.
Look to your left,
And do what you can.
An offer made is worth quite a lot,
Don't just take, once give what you got.
This isn't a song,
To tell you what to do.
This simply is,
A reminder of what you knew.
You think every day that today I'll try,
Then look away when you hear another cry.
I know you want success,
I'm looking for it too.
But somewhere along the way,
I find something more to do.
This city doesn't need another materialistic soul,
We need someone else with another goal.
Money will come,
But humanity will soon go.
Like dust in a storm,
No one will even know.
Help the system,
Take it on yourself.
Be the solution,
It won't fix itself.
But one man is not enough,
To fix all our mess.
And if not with your help,
Then I'll do it by myself.
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