Beneath Our Feet

The city streets are neatly placed beneath our feet
If they could speak they'd speak of all the shit they've seen
And though the colored lights line all the poles that stand outside
The darkness dims the color from your sunken eyes

This worlds been built on the backs of all the ones you've killed
Their bodies wilt while you stand upon your gilded hill
In your grandest schemes did you plan to sever every seam
That keeps you close to those who'd rather die than bleed

You forged these chains that have fifty links and fifty names
To feed a flame, consuming everything you think is stained
And when we die will you think of how well we survived
Despite the strain while everything is burning

My windshield weeps the beads are creeping down it's length
Distorting scenes of suffering through senseless strength
You can hear the screams but you show no signs of listening
Well you can't force feed a dream that's drenched in those who bleed

You forged these chains that have fifty links and fifty names
To feed the flame, consuming everything you think is stained
And when we die will you think of how well we survived
Despite the strain while everything is burning