Atrophy - Urban Decay

Man builds his world, forms it from rock, steel and clay His view of nature is that it stands in the way Visions of profit dance in every landlords head 13 in two rooms, four in every bed Man-made paradise Falls into decay Desperate humans Trapped in their own cage Look out the window not a free to be seen They just block traffic, man is forced to intervene Hiding in darkness, fearing for his life Man's lost compassion but has replaced it with a knife (First solo: Chris) (Second solo: Rick) Desperate children turn to drugs for their fun Bodies inhabit the morgue claimed by no one Hiding in shadows, their lives reduced to a lie Freedom forgotten, no one hears your cry (Repeat)