The lacking of father figures   Has made every problem bigger   We're turning into bottom feeders   In these blueprints      On strangers in streets off broadway   Are markings that tells you their names   I wonder if their signs mislead me   Or lead me      To feel alive, you must cast aside your social lies   (We're vaguely here and we're barely standing up)   Up and down, when you have a shot to release yourself   And when all is done you will open up your eyes