In the seedy underbelly
A brutal truth so rough
Depravity hides in the shadows of humanity
It has never lightened up
Stands as tall as ever
the Shadow casts it bigger
Ignorance and smiles
Let the fuckers pull the trigger
Using blades to line their pockets
Wandering the night
Fighting their own fight
We say it isn't right
All we say is trite
Products of a broken city
fill gutters with blood
Disappearing liberty
is covered up with mud
Shiny black shoes
Inadvertent matching suits
Screaming clear clues
Hidden hand cahoots
Darkness over land of pity
Producers of the broken city
Refuse to understand
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