The Bronx Follow

I want to be original
I want to be surrounded by art
But everything is digital
The formulas are falling apart

They riot in the streets
Because there's not enough money to share
Is the burden of fame
Just a universal cross we can bear?

But out here on the border line
You've got to hold it together
You've been deprived of dedication
You've been condemned by your dreams

Is it as bad as it seems?
And can you pull the hook from your mouth?
Do you want to feel the breeze
Before the air you breathe finally runs out?

We're divided it seems
This is a diary of life in-between
This is obese and obscene
This isn't music, it's a pyramid scheme, oh

But out here on the border line
You've got to hold it together
You've been deprived of dedication
You've been condemned by your dreams

And out here on the border line
It feels a lot like forever

Turns life into routine

Thieves have taken the crown
Melted it down, kept it in near the ground
Now they're praying for sound

And I don't know what's found
'Cause we used to be gifted and persistent
Now we're bored, reminiscent
We used to laugh without misery
Spoon fed out desire, we've lost our fire

And now they won't remember our names
Our days are mixed in the crowd
And our nights are spent fed in the flames

But out here on the border line
You've got to hold it together
You've been deprived of dedication
You've been condemned by your dreams

But oh, out here on the border line
It feels a lot like forever
We'll all be damned if this machine
Turns out into a routine

Thieves have taken the crown
And have they melted it down?
Thieves have taken the crown
And now they're praying for sound

I want to be original
I want to be surrounded by art
But everything is digital