A vague answer to a question no one asked, he shook your hand, with fingers crossed behind his back. Teeth bared in a rictus smile, he spoke, and promised everything, anything you asked for. The price we paid for naïveté was more than we could afford. So we became the blind, led by the deaf. Sanity went right out the window. With regret, we abandoned the place that we called home. What choice did we have left?
We ran away, tried so hard to disappear. They chased us down, they reeled us in. The (last) rites had to be said for innocence. How is it that we could not see through the blatant lies? Sugar coated and disguised, we swallowed them whole.
They took away the rights we took for granted. We had so much at stake, but not enough ambition to do what we thought was right. One small mistake led us to this point, and now we have no hope of escape. We're stuck inside this nightmare, and there is no waking up.
My eyes are burning out from staring at the sun. In time, we won't remember that we had ever wanted to be free, we'll lose the memory. There was no battle, no war, yet somehow we still lost. So light up your cigar, congratulate yourself on your victory thats measured in the lies believed. Even though I'll seem everything you want of me, you will not succeed. My mind will remain my property.
from Crime City
released January 22, 2015
Written and performed by Crime City.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Michael Kraushaar at Bully's Studios in New Westminster, British Columbia.
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