criminal
we’re all criminals in this jail of a city
if one looked up, he would see our restraints
impossible building top after impossible building top
restraints

what am i to do?
my glass eyes of crystal substance are shattered, broken to the core
save one remnant, the glistening speck of intuition
which never will fade from my eye, my glass eye
which knew all of the falsities in the world
it knew my restrictions too well

you see, i was an “up-looker”
so to speak, my field of vision was seemingly focused on the heavens
with my own eyes i saw my own world, my own special world
with other inhabitants, of course, but it was all mine
the sky was my limit and beyond was my goal

but glass will find it’s partner in fog
and a soul will find it’s partner in gluttony
in shame, in regret, in remorse and in neglect
these 5 entities, deities even, many men unknowingly worship
they give their lives, their paper cash and their blood
for they, we
are all living under this cityscape prison

and there’s no escape