The City

street lights are shining so bright
while I try to get some rest tonight
so I’m longing for a place to sleep for hideout in the dark
passing by many sleepwalkers who don’t know who they are
welcome to a life under glass
on displays for everyone to see
I’ll beat you
I’ll beat you city
we are all prisoners of our own security
cars are pushing themselves
through the city like maggots through a corpse
which is cold and long forgotten
but they are still around to fill it with life and keep it breathing for a while
welcome to a life under class
where they record every word you say
welcome to the city of spies which is constantly growing every day