Empty Faces

Dusty paths of endless grey,
Once the hunter, now the prey,

Stumble through crowds of blurry strife,
Busy murmur of urban life,

People upon people, who couldn't care less,
With their own problems, they walk on, clueless,

The lack of spectrum, dark, smoky grey,
Where dusk is dawn and night is day,

Where hopes and dreams die horrible deaths,
At the hands of the corporate world, no less,

In this world in ashes, who takes the blame?
Who will stand up and carry the shame?

Safety or danger? Friend or foe?
In a dirty, grey city we will never know,

In seas of faces, they turn to me,
But as empty faces, I cannot see.