Cities of Gods - Sweatshop Union

The clouds part revealing the moon

Bright like a lamp on a ceiling of gloom

Underneath we conceal and consume

Dealers of doom stealing our souls

Doctors ain’t healing no wounds

And so tax dollars provide dealers with zoom lenses

The pops?

children like helium balloons

Eye for an eye means watching your back, neck, and side

Expecting your death in high beams

High scream shattered this early morning

Hush, another mother asking why God scorning us

Two doors down another son born

A young couple celebrating while some mourn

Down the hall

Down the hall

Down the hall

Down the hall

This city never blinks, not a second to think

Six billion stories pass while I’m letting the ink flow

Sink down into the street walking the beat

Watch the b-boys close, they talk with their feet

Watch the business class walk with the marketed beast

Watching Homeland Security, they’re targeting me

Life and death all within reach, carnage and beef

Hell and Heaven, buying trends, all marketing schemes

God is alive and well, still the Devil dwells

In the hearts of men, cycle starts and ends again and again

Carcinogens in the air we breathe

I’mma keep three eyes open until they bury me

A whole city of gods convinced we got the shittiest odds

Believing our divinity’s lost

So we’re sitting here waiting for the saviour

Surviving with this animal behaviour

Ready, set, go

A million cities of gods, convinced we need the pity of God

Complaining our divinity’s lost

While we’re running around living out a dream

By any means, get it, sell it, ready, set, go

If your soul love the sun money rock on

If your soul love the sun honey rock on

Rock on and rock on and rock on and rock on and

If your soul love the sun money rock on

If your soul love the sun honey rock on

Rock on and rock on and rock on and rock on and