High rise
Standing on top of a tall building looking down on the semi dark city perhaps this is too high a sense of crisis arises cold wind blows my hair cold from within flows out my eyes a driving force spurring me on times are changing fast that's the message i got from the landscape the concrete forest is full of wild and hungry beasts i think i have to survive pointless hedonism has been abandoned it's time to act the end is either destruction or redemption well that's matter of the future.