The evocandus infuse to the retro lot of cities
Civil and arresting sentiment in penitentiaries as big as burnness
Saying we are to be blamed for whatever what miss
How come you rise up every living day
Telling your kids everything is ok
When you look at life we see it slipping away
There are those who cry every moment every day
Some say, how you doing?
They wanna know if we find nothing
Say we're in possess