You walk through the heavy gray haze
Lost inside a concrete maze
The asphalt is cracked and it bleeds
Sown with these poisonous seeds
You hold a cold grip on the steel
Wondering if any part's real
The billboards are peeling away
Into a dull shade of clay
Run for the light in the red
Before every memory is dead
Hold to the line in the glare
Breathe in the thick salted air
The billboards are screaming your name
Turning the world to a game
You step over glass in the street
Feeling the burn in your feet
Run for the light in the red
Before every memory is dead
Hold to the line in the glare
Breathe in the thick salted air
The sirens are singing a hymn
The chances of winning are slim
You look at the map in your hand
Searching for one piece of land
The sirens are screaming out loud
Hiding inside of a cloud
You find a small room with a lock
Listening to a broken clock
The ghosts of the city remain
Washed in a chemical rain
You remember the smell of the pine
Crossing the final thin line
Run for the light in the red
Before every memory is dead
Hold to the line in the glare
Breathe in the thick salted air
Just hold on tight.
Into the red light.
