Black steel skeleton penetrates the haze
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You are foundation, firmly planted in dirt
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They've broken their necks, now they're sleeping in graves
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They've broken their necks, still they feel compelled
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To look up, look out and return to ground
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A sky scraper is ambition
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And sweet victory is the sweetest poison
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Under the brickwork lies a structure of hurt
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And stress points scream bearing friction of steel on steel
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They shoot up, shoot out, and return to ground
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And the vision is concrete
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And this city's become overgrown with weeds
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And it doesn't matter how you play the game
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It's what game you play
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Pulling up weeds has been pulling on you
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But your head is a cloud
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Skyscraper ambitions aren't feeding on fools
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They're feeding on you
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Skyscraper Ambitions
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| The Honor System |
