Looking upward, staring high,
Seeing only sky scrape glass
Fog and smoke run through the sky,
And on the ground no clue of grass

Claustrophobic thoughts unfold,
Fills your mind with fear
Mesmerized by neon lights,
You'll find the future here

Walking up and down the street,
With swarms of misplaced souls
To seek the easy path for fame,
And priceless bars of gold

A voice behind, you turn around
Surprised your name was said
The gun was fast, the reason lost
You see your body dead...