To Live and Die in New York City

They measure success by what I possess
Where once was a heart there’s a hole in my chest
Are you satisfied?
Under filthy streets — subhuman screams
In desperate times we live by desperate means
Are you satisfied?
I said what I meant and I meant just what I said
New York is in flames and the sidewalk cracks are shallow graves for this
stolen city
It’s burning down — then sink manhattan and let them drown
Their hollow souls crumble against the best laid plans of rats and men
I DARE YOU TO BE REAL
To make your mark is to die face up on flaming asphalt
Your corpse will speak for itself