The city's sleeping, but my heart's awake... Another beautiful mistake... for goodness sake... The pieces break... Is it too late... To escape? (Ayo, Check it.) I Quit the smoke, watchin' the city lights as a bad joke Thinkin' 'bout the people on the street, tired, weary, and broke They punchin' a clock, for a landlord's knock, it's a shock to the soul I'm in a worn-out hood, they prayin' their boss thinks they're good
Peep the funny-style cats in their clean, pressed shirts, hidin' all of their hurts Couldn't realize, the fairytale they sell you is where the pain starts (it's a trap) They chasin' a contract, a promise, an act, but the whole deck is stacked For a pat on the back? Please. I see through the leaves The whole forest is rottin', they're just proud of the weeds. They sellin' their soul for a goal that they'll never control
Just to end up old in a six-foot hole... story told. Maybe if we let it all fall down... We'd find a treasure in this ghost town... Wear a different kind of crown... And watch the sun from the ground... Give anarchy a try... Just for a little while... (Uhh. And it's all the same...) (Just different sides of the game) More hustle, new problems, the truth of it all The higher you climb, the more people wait for the fall Used to be the phone was for makin' a link Now it's buzzin' with the drama, it's exhaustin' to think Everybody's your brother when you got somethin' to give But when your pockets are empty, they forget that you live I got one eye open when I'm sleepin', I'm peepin' the scene The
"love" is just leverage, you know what I mean? It's obscene. Remember takin' risks just to get the bills paid? For this life? This charade?
This busted masquerade? So what's the point of the struggle, the muscle, the tussle and strife? The 9-to-5 life... is just a longer, duller knife. Maybe if we let it all fall down... We'd find a treasure in this ghost town... Wear a different kind of crown... And watch the sun from the ground... Give anarchy a try... Just for a little while... What if the silence is the sweetest song? Where we thought we were right, we were wrong all along... And in the quiet... we find where we
...belong... So yeah... give anarchy a try. Not the Molotov cocktail, waving banners high. But the quiet rebellion of a clear eye. The anarchy of a tear, and a heartfelt sigh. The anarchy of a laugh, as the world walks by. The anarchy of just... being. You and I. Underneath this bruised, and beautiful, and broken sky.