Lyric

A forest of glass and steel, a flood of neon light

Emotionless faces drown in the asphalt of the night

At the scramble crossing, no one meets an eye

In a river named "Efficiency," we are just swept by

Numbed by the anesthesia they call "convenience,"

The digital signs whisper that only success is righteous

From towers built on ads that cheapen all our dreams

The light inside our eyes is drained out by the gleam

Oh, this is the great Consumption City

It feeds on love and tears to make the skyline burn

We are the fuel, a nameless, raw energy

For tomorrow to move on, today is turned to ash and churn

Hauled just like parts, shaken on a crowded train

Our worth becomes the numbers glowing on a screen

Connected by a click, then cut off by a tap in the rain

Before we knew, our hearts became another disposable scene

Oh, this is the great Consumption City

Devouring hope and prayer, where only greed runs free

We are the cogs, and to stop moving is a sin

The present's ground to dust for a future we're not in

These skyscraper lights, by whose life do they glow?

This pavement's perfect smoothness, on whose bones does it grow?

We gave our all for the illusion, for prosperity's grand show

And the freedom that we gained... is it just an empty void to know?

The siren of the dawn

The city takes another deep, slow breath and carries on

Though we are wrung completely dry

It squeezes us for more beneath the sky

Consumption City

Quietly

Its pulse beats on