A subway of sinners
Angry beginners, there ain't no righteous winners
Guilty of greed
Once sown the seed of the devil's vengeance
Planters take heed no turning back once you're in it
Similar sentence across the prisms, listen
Sorrowful sounds underground found a vision
An eye full of spite and a mouth filled with repentance
Opposition in the peripheral didn't make a difference
Living in inches it's a fight to the finish
I hope I last
Walking upon the broken glass
Scattered rags from homes with no moms or no dads
Abandoned faces form a hardened mask
Hiding their expression from the society that walked past
Where the wind was blanketed their skin
And their hopes were their only pair of pants
A night time transition
Where concrete slabs transformed into sleeping pads
Now the trains are speeding past
Wondering which one was better this life versus the last
Collapsed under the weight of a lonesome place
No one budged they just stood and judged or played it safe
The story read while toasting bread for breakfast plates
The forgotten never remembered until another took her place
A sobering trail of tears that smeared another face
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