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
a 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 could come back to them
someday i'm hopin to close my eyes and pretend
that this crumpled 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 the podium talking, the ceremonial offerings
dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
what's happened? 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, minimum wage
livin in a tenement cage for innocent pay
tragedy within a parade,
the darkness overspread like permanent plauge,
i'm forgotten

in the memory you'll find me
eyes burning up
the darkness holding me tightly
until the sun rises up...