I am a breadwinner 
I chose to brick these walls somehow 
Beneath the city spires
I gave my shoulders to the plow 
Cold and cruel the concrete 
The wicked pavement chokes the sky 
I chose this path 
The one so often traveled by.
Tonight, we burn the wintry frost of night 
Tonight, we wish upon the fading light
Tonight, our burning hearts will rise 

Tonight, we own the skies
My hands are bleeding where they often crack 
The stars will sometimes burn with longing 
Through the choking black of night shifts piling each against the next
A Trojan horse inside my chest 
Is screaming for the life I left 
My kingdom for a steady paycheck