The City (The Autumn Monologue)
Once sunny lakeside town
Now the heartless beast we see stood before us
I stand alone in the rain
The rain of the city
Crying out my heartache
The city of metal
Cold, where no one cares about you
They only care for their profit
The profit from selling your soul
Where they'd sell you down the river
For a finick of a promise of fame
A place where the leaves soon withered and died
And replaced with a new false world
This place is "better" says the machine
Truly, truly
The damage was unforeseen
Glass and fire
Is this revenge?
The machine sends wave after wave of people at the problem
There are plenty more where they came from
You have to see past the façade
To see that the decisions we made
Were wrong
This is truly autumn