[Music and lyrics: Chris Lykins]
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Man builds his world, forms it from rock, steel and clay
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His view of nature is that it stands in the way
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Visions of profit dance in every landlords head
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13 in two rooms, four in every bed
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[Chorus:]
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Man-made paradise
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Falls into decay
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Desperate humans
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Trapped in their own cage
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Look out the window not a free to be seen
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They just block traffic, man is forced to intervene
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Hiding in darkness, fearing for his life
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Man's lost compassion but has replaced it with a knife
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[Chorus:]
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[First solo: Chris]
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[Second solo: Rick]
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Desperate children turn to drugs for their fun
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Bodies inhabit the morgue claimed by no one
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Hiding in shadows, their lives reduced to a lie
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Freedom forgotten, no one hears your cry
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[Repeat chorus]
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Urban Decay
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| Atrophy |
