World State

Dark black city of the world state
Meeting place for the masses of flesh we call people
Fenced in pleasure palaces, factories, churches
With ivory towers and steeples
I walk these lonely troubled streets
Kicking scraps of life into darkened alleyways
Lured by powdered girls under violent neon lamps
Paying for pleasure with torn pieces of money hearts
They wrap themselves around me like leeches in a bloodied sea

Beetles gnaw the legs of weary spiders
Inside your tired brain
Jesus!
It's lonely in here
When you no longer have a name.

I meet hollow faces on the street
Staring through your brain into that other world
Where nothing is real and nothing is left to lose but fear.
Who dares to walk these lonely streets alone at night?
When blackness tears the evil from men?s frustrated minds
Who finds the time to smile in smoke filled bars?
Where tales of pain are related over glasses of beer.

Who yearns to leave his sheltered grave?
And play this lonely game
Jesus!
It's lonely in here
When you no longer have a name