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Ruins
by Billy brown
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We sit like abandoned cars in old junkyards
Slowly rust away - ruins
Cracked concrete below opulent display
The buildings prosper as we decay, ruins
And id like to think we'll see some better days
It wasn't that long ago
We used to call these places home, ruins
Looked at through older eyes
We commemorate and romanticize, ruins
But i'd like to think we'll see some better days
And warmth to replace this cold air's embrace
And id like to think we'll see some better days
With a slightly sweeter taste
To wash down our disdain
New buildings by the score
To take the place of old eyesores, ruins
Luxury accommodations
Returning white flight reintegration, ruins
But i'd like to think that in the basement
There's still words in faded spray paint
Proving we were once here
But everything's been sanitized
Made presentable for more discerning eyes
Reclaiming what they own
We always knew it was just on loan
And i'd like to think you're all basically good
Just mostly misunderstood
But i can't seem to find
Faith in your design
No i can't seem to find
Faith in your designs
We sit like abandoned cars in old junkyards
Slowly rust away - ruins
Cracked concrete below opulent display
The buildings prosper as we decay, ruins
And id like to think we'll see some better days
It wasn't that long ago
We used to call these places home, ruins
Looked at through older eyes
We commemorate and romanticize, ruins
But i'd like to think we'll see some better days
And warmth to replace this cold air's embrace
And id like to think we'll see some better days
With a slightly sweeter taste
To wash down our disdain
New buildings by the score
To take the place of old eyesores, ruins
Luxury accommodations
Returning white flight reintegration, ruins
But i'd like to think that in the basement
There's still words in faded spray paint
Proving we were once here
But everything's been sanitized
Made presentable for more discerning eyes
Reclaiming what they own
We always knew it was just on loan
And i'd like to think you're all basically good
Just mostly misunderstood
But i can't seem to find
Faith in your design
No i can't seem to find
Faith in your designs
