In a world where cracked pavment shores,
stop tidelwaves of asphalt ocean;
Painted - black and white on top,
like a cataclysmic notion.
And when I walk down this road,
of solid, silent abomination,
my eyes so silent strode
the ragged pathways of our nation.
My eye then narrows for the sight of a crack appears,
just a glimpse through time, for a holocaust that nears.
With another step upon the grid that spans the land,
I hear notorious whispers, carried by the sand.
As it flies light and chainless,
just near the rims of time,
I see which future is hidden there for you,
and which one there in store, is mine.

So if you see me walking,
my head cranked down and low,
don't be sad - be cautious,
'for what to me is no longer ominous,
remains for you to know.

So wipe that grin right off your face,
its misplaced now and here.
We are all in this one big rat race -
And you're the cheese, my dear...