Standing in the winter sun
Waiting for the train
Tallies clink in plastic bags
Reminds me of the life I have
Just haunting those dawn hallways
Workers whisper fork tongued tales
Who will be the first to run?
Do you think you'll be the one that escapes?
Will you escape?
Can you escape?
Another night of race to sleep
The shooting stars no one sees
Search the mirror for a sign
Reflection with a black outline
A city full of day time thieves
They talk of hollow victories
In the suburbs no alarm bells ring
The famine happens quietly, no one escapes
You won't escape
We won't escape