Lights City

The bright lights strike the gun metal grey
Surrogate stars reflecting off of the shining
Vessels that carry us through the
Avenues of these vicious circles
Gun metal grey, and isolation blue
Bright lights, but the darkness sustains
Opening floodgates to the lonely terrain

We are so far away from home.
Those lights, that fire we follow.
The statue watches over the gated city.
We break his foundation, but his torch still burns
Gun, gun metal grey, swerving through
The circumstances of relentless strain
It’s dragging us through the boulevards of consistent pain
Gun metal grey, and isolation blue
The raging fire sustains

We are so far away from home.
Those lights, that fire we follow.
The statue watches over the gated city.
We break his foundation.
We cool the fire
Changing evolving what’s inside of you.
Changing yet essentially the same.
If I exhaust repetition, will I want to stay.
Changing.
Slowly losing my way

Lights city, where the demons sustain
We find a home within a lonely terrain
We are so far away from home.
Those lights, that fire we follow.
The statue watches over the gated city.
We break his foundation

That light still guides the way
Changing
The light still guides the way
Changing slowly
If I exhaust repetition, will I want to stay
Changing
The light still guides the way