Enticed away from the greenery
To a brutalist concrete slum
Cold and dark, glances hostile
Maladjusted, just one last chance
Don't have to stay under control
A victim all your life
Outside world will let you down
You gotta open your eyes
Don't have to lead a dull austerity
Your karma's not in the stars
Time to get back to your future
Reclaim your savage heart
Silent tears of frustration
Never knowing how to get back home
Redscale hands, blistered frost pain
Streetwise sharpness, gotta hide your soul
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