Surrounded by a faceless crowd. An operational decline, system closure. Abandoned aerials all around. Scrambling pictures crackling sounds, failing senses.
I've been searching for a getaway. A get out clause, a safe escape route. If I could shape myself to fit the mold. I would break it just to pass through.
Head lights approaching, they come to point me out,. Helicopters circling, they'll turn me in,. Run with the hungry, I get trapped between your teeth,.