Big City کے بول

Concrete and chaos rise up spiderweb across the land like a giant rash forests lie down below foundations of buildings in a bed of ash some people here got it real good cuz the glass towers bring prosperity other people starve in the street because concrete knows no sympathy big city its a wishing well, big city its a living hell this town its fucking insane how one will starve and another will gain like a giant mechanical brain and the people are cells and the streets are veins it thinks only of itself a thousand limbs crawling as it expands and grows and still the concrete sits there sits there stark grey and cold and I think I wanna be a brick layer so I can put another brick in the wall its sanitary rational happy and sane growing like a flower to surround us all