Bones & Bandages

In our town where the system sleeps,
Nobody gives a damn.
It's up to you to make us hide or flee,
Our hunger never ends!
Hateful design builds the structure divine,
A territory cold as ice
An endless empire with cynic desire;
We were born of a broken spell.

Feeling like a guttersnipe standing in line,
Deciding our lifestyle by rolling the dice,
One will stand another will fall down
Finding our way out from the constant lack.