When I died, my shadow decided, they would take over
Take a look or a glance, over my left shoulder
They’d find the husk of who I was
Sit in silence by myself just because
Think clear, speak loud, things I’d never do
But loud and clear my shadow pulls through
Separated by the light and the dark
There two sides to every coin
Too strong to pull apart
But now I’m gone the dark takes over
Gone...
High above the city
Or at least of what remains
Washed away the promise
Of a new and hopeful day
Cascade the memory
Of a happy yesterday
High above the city
We live amongst the clouds
High above the city
For yesterday, look down
High above the city
High above the city
High above the city the profit margin rose
“That’s someone else’s problem”
As their greed it only grows
Your just going ...