Stuck in a cellular 8x2
Between a wall and a fake nice view
The walls look pretty

See, feel, going through a tunnel
Scared of falling in and out of economic trouble

Subway anthem, dissonance
Gray and broken innocence

Stuck in a cellular 8x2
Between a wall and a fake nice view
The walls look pretty
But only show you so much
Won’t show you who they've crushed
Surely this can’t be what they meant
We’re all parasites that pay rent

Broken buildings greeting brand-new cars
Dirty parks hosting cleaner rivers
Tunnels made of stone & stone faced people
Dreaming life away
We watch it slip away

The worst part, I chose this life myself