they measure success by what I possess

where once was a heart there's a hole in my chest

are you satisfied?

under filthy streets - subhuman screams

in desperate times we live by desperate means

are you satisfied?

I said what I meant and I meant just what I said

New York is in flames and the sidewalk cracks are shallow graves for this stolen city

it's burning down - then sink manhattan and let them drown

their hollow souls crumble against the best laid plans of rats and men

I DARE YOU TO BE REAL

to make your mark is to die face up on flaming asphalt

your corpse will speak for itself