Day 170 (A City Grey)



A city grey
Led me into decay
Found no hope
Lifeless and broke
Out on the strand.

These city streets
left to the backbeat
Of a hard and lonely road.

What happened to going where no man has gone before
Throwing caution to the wind and fly.
Now all we ever do is die, die, die.

City grey,
Lead me into decay
Life over at the end of the day
Lost all hope to the tide of lifeless men.
Women keep going back to homes
where stupid men break their bones
And children cry out in vein.

A city grey
People quietly dying

Lost their way,
Beaten children
Alone on the avenue
this house is not a home
Not a place where they should go.
This place is more like war.

What happened to going where no man has gone before
Throwing caution to the wind and fly.
Now all we ever do is die, die, die.

City grey,
Lead me into decay
Life over at the end of the day
Lost all hope to the tide of lifeless men.
Women keep going back to homes
where stupid men break their bones
And children cry out in vein.

God why’d you leave us
In a city grey
These lifeless statues immortalizing your dying ways.
Monstrous beacons light up our innocent eyes,
Filling our hearts with violent lies.

God why’d you leave us
In a city grey.
Giant monuments to your dying ways
Beckoning us into a sense of wide eyed wonder
Before they take our dreams away,
By wooing us into screaming slumber.
While they cover our mouths and silence our wailing,
I hope you’re listening
Because I know there are those who have it even worse
Each and every day ends with a thousand hearse
Down the road, leading to the ovens, shout out curses
I tried so hard not to add this verse,
Talking about Darfur, and Iraq, and Haiti, and all that crap.
I tried so hard not to add this verse,
But I’m sorry that the truth is so perverse
Open your eyes to all the people that die!

City grey
Led us into decay
Lives ending by the day
Losing hope to the tide of lifeless men
Women keep going home
Where stupid men break their bones
Children cry out in vein.

City grey,
Oh,
City grey,

Why so harsh – Why so cold?
Why must death be so bold?
Death meets life and city lights,
Bodies left out to curdle and mold.
Broken bones, and brick homes
This is all we’ve ever known.
But we want something else,
Something besides
A city grey.

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