Simple Row

Simple Row, Nothing unique Victim to dilapidation This whole town is industrialization, falling apart Is an aspect of construction, or production, when the heart Is left out of the design No one seems to fix whats broken, but they sure pay it close attention To criticize the condition Not realizing this was by their design 'Oh well, time to fix the problem' they say Then they throw it all away But the people stay Now in a different place It's easy on paper But it's hard when you see their eyes Cuz you know they see right through it Your lens reflects the truth as a lie You have a hard time sleeping at night But they don't have a place to sleep