To Live and Die in New York City - Indecision

They measure success by what I possess

Where once was a heart there’s a hole in my chest

Are you satisfied?

Under filthy streets — subhuman screams

In desperate times we live by desperate means

Are you satisfied?

I said what I meant and I meant just what I said

New York is in flames and the sidewalk cracks are shallow graves for this

stolen city

It’s burning down — then sink manhattan and let them drown

Their hollow souls crumble against the best laid plans of rats and men

I DARE YOU TO BE REAL

To make your mark is to die face up on flaming asphalt

Your corpse will speak for itself