Backyards covered in smoke
Dried vioces starting to choke
Windows starring back
And buildings burning red

This is scarcity
No one fears and no one tries
The only force becomes impulse
You are locked in lifeless, but with hunger shining eyes
This is scarcity
No one is satisfied and no one hugs the streets in the pitch black night
Patterns of desperation cling on the demand of apprecation
With every move we make, someone else has to be sate

We try to hide our weaknesses behind mischievous smiles and fake lifestyles
Gold and silk for the mindless, possessed by regret
Proof me wrong, proof me wrong
For I will be thankfull