Walk into the streets, where skyscrapers sweat blood and city lamps blink corruption.
Same thing. Nothing changes.
Papers hide the truth between the lines. A business mogul is lying. A business mogul is under indictment. The paper says he'll receive justice; the spaces between otherwise. The people listen to the lines. The business mogul goes free; the lines say he received justice. The spaces between say they told you so.
Same thing. Nothing changes.
In 1941 a president withheld troops to start a good war. In 2001 a president stayed his hand to start his own.
Same thing. Nothing changes.
Morals fly; icons deflect bullets. Yesterday a train was lifted from its tracks. Today low-rent apartments were bulldozed for a low-priced, low-paying minimum wage shopping center. Cost of living declines, value of pay declines, number of low-rent apartments for low-wage families decline, value of living declines. No one to change the course of trickle-down economics. No one to leap eminent domain in a single bound.
Same thing. Nothing changes.
Trench coat is heavy with rain and soot and sin. Blank face hides blank sympathy for people who let themselves be lied to and abused because it's easier than looking for the truth. No pity for a man who shoots himself in the foot. No pity for a man who carries scorpions across rivers. No pity for a man who builds houses on sand and buries money in the dirt.
Walk the streets a hundred times; a hundred times it's the same: Answers forgotten, to be answered again and forgotten. Repetition. Recurring. There's a greater truth out there.
Question is, where?
City hides its true face and puts on a false smile. I hide my false face behind a true one. Blank.
The world will not change itself, so I will change it for it.
A faceless man trying to change the world on his own.
Same thing. Nothing changes.