Split Sides

In the Dead of Night

Desperation saturates the air

The ethereal silence is overwhelming

The traffic lights keep blinking

For the lifeless jams that wait for it

Not a soul to be found

Along these unnatural routes and corridors

Where nature's law is illegitimate

And the better-abled rule and survive

By hook or by crook

Fight and live, no mercy for the weak here

For if you sink, you sink

This place ain't no paradise

This is heaven for those who have it all

And hell for those who don't.