The lights are glowing, the streets are flowing,
Happiness unbounded and life afloat,
Life is weary, dirty and dreary,
Guised as compassion, intentionally cut-throat.
Slow to point out, many a twinkling doubt,
That hides beneath this murky blue,
Float but dont swim, stifle your heart's scream,
Get dirty hands and see what dirt can do.
The lights they still glow, the streets they still flow,
Carrying the carrions like they owned thier souls,
Hiding twisted faces, can you see the traces
Of guilt slowly burning in hallowed bowls?
