Streets lit by the dull neon glow
Houses upon houses, row upon row
And the occupiers, where do they go?
They must know something I don’t know

And the grass is green here
And the flowers are alive
But this place to live
Is just the place to die

That clean air is so carbon-filled
Now this monument had overspilled
Choking to death on the dirt and dust
The fabric of your society has started to rust

Colours of monotony crumble and fade
In this dirty squalor, you have made
The dark clouds rumble on so grey
Hanging over you until your debts are paid