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The sun hardly shines in this town

Their frozen souls make their skin melt

Their expressionless faces tell and scare all

Without a soul and no definition of salvation, they are walking apparitions

Filled with stock but have no outlets

There is nothing poetic about the urban lifestyle

There is only the false American Dream, failure, and defeat

The rain drips down the windows of this vehicle

I shed a tear, all these killers roam free here

A single mother is robbed and shakes in freight

A single mother is robbed and raped at night

So leave me alone

For misery is the seed of an evil man

They clinch their fist again

They grind the knife again

Blood paints the pavement again

The people in this town are depressed

And why do apparitions roam free?

As I shed a single tear, I know that this is fear itself