We've grown up among smokestacks and concrete walls. Ashes in our lungs. Fire in our hearts. Berefit of all warmth. Again I am walking. Through your city, haunted. By the aching in my stomach. We follow the paths of our careers To drop dead consumed by our fears. When I would try to drag down What drags me down I would need to dash this whole Moloch to the ground. I know how it feels, To be the lowest of the low. That's over now. I'm not a griever, but no coward either. I throw myself on the hard floor reality. Back on my feet I drag myself Through your shitty Hollywood-lives. Maybe I'm still a slave to my fears. But maybe you're just the fucked up I am. Maybe it will all come down, but we won't drown in vain. We will tear your world apart. Forever against the grain.