Serenade the system
You believe its credentials
Seperating our skies
To me, the sky is grey, blue for you
Excuses to justify why it benefits you
Making me sicker with your twisted ecosystem
Creating sin cities, fake identities
Falsified homicides to hide from the tide
No matter the tricks we try
We fall to our backside
There's no upside to the outside
As it shrinks from our cyanide
From causes unidentified