By Every Hand Betrayed

Through a boggy haven was cut a swath three miles long
Into it you dumped tar and concrete, hate and fear
Standing so tall, even Death would tremble to take you
Running shoulder to shoulder with lions and wolves but you're nothing
A pack of liars, fakers, cowards, trapped now forever in this ghost town
Shambling spectres haunting these streets
Boundaries not set by concrete and bars - boundaries are set by neighborhoods and bars

You are paralyzed by apathy and cloaked in jaded elitism
Your wasted potential surrounds me, binds me, suffocates me
I yearn to retreat from your fortresses of bloated excess
My ears fall deaf to your stammering quips and shrill complaints
We stand eternal on the cusp of something great destined to always fall short
Decimation may be our only saving grace or will we stand eternal?