Grand Ideas

We had grand ideas
And this city never slept, once upon a time.
But now these streetlights, they betray us.
On sidewalks where we once roamed the night.
These city walls they hold us and this hive mind controls us.
Who could ever ask for anything more?
So if you don’t ask then I won’t, but what do we say when they go
And drag us all off into war?
Are we slaves to ideals
Or can we find a beacon in the night?
And if the end of times is near,
Can I be a shadow in the light?
They’ve got us running around in these circles and I just don’t know.
Forget the forest, we can’t even see the trees and I don’t know
If I can do it anymore.