I am a breadwinner I chose to brick these walls somehow Beneath the city spires I gave my shoulders to the plow Cold and cruel the concrete The wicked pavement chokes the sky I chose this path The one so often traveled by
Tonight, we burn the wintry frost of night Tonight, we wish upon the fading light Tonight, our burning hearts will rise Tonight, we own the skies
My hands are bleeding where they often crack The stars will sometimes burn with longing Through the choking black of night shifts piling each against the next A Trojan horse inside my chest Is screaming for the life I left My kingdom for a steady paycheck