The transgressions built into suburbia cannot hold you forever

You are bound

By forces outside yourself or your own internal entropy to leave

In search of life inside the cities and even find it in a job or maybe not

And think your awful boss an evil god or 180 and become a cop and shock the mob

And in the darkest days you're quick to think there is no good inside the city until it is found

The city is inside yourself and through its dark maze you are bound

You are bound

By friends and family, jobs, and relationships

You are bound to stay

In a life that seems worth living

You cannot give it up

Or maybe not?

What would it take for you to drop everything

And devote yourself to the necessary fight

It’s not just your loved ones holding you back

You must admit, you fear on your own

And for the city inside yourself

Through its dark maze you are bound

You are bound

Some sons and daughters of bankers in America are dreaming of worlds without ‘em

Heads in clouds

With no plan to make themselves, it's their own eternal day to dream with ease

As the workers toil to build the cities

At least I put them in a song

Oh god, we’re fucked

We need a lot more than a song, if not you can bet we’re out of luck

You look at all the fighters of the past

How did they escape their selfish fetters

Didn’t Rosa dread to read?

Would Marx have idled on his phone?

Oh god, we’re fucked

We’ll need a lot more than a song if not

You can bet we’re out of luck

The dialectics drawn out of your urbias cannot confuse you forever

You are bound

To someday confront yourself and give up on always inventing these critiques

As deflections from a realer meaning

The kinds you knew but soon forgot from suburban plots

Yeah, but then you were young and now you're not and the world is full of cops

All is rotten

Or maybe that's just how it's always been

There is no good inside the city and nor in our towns

But it is inside yourself and through its dark maze you are bound

You are bound

By friends and family, jobs, and relationships

You are bound to stay

Until you see your fucked up fantasy

Of losing everyone you think you need

Don’t be so shocked when it does come true

The world is full of cops

All is rotten

Maybe that’s just how it always went

Nobody wants to be a martyr

Until they lose their chains

But for now it’s inside yourself

And through its dark maze you are bound

You are bound