Skyscraper Ambitions

Black steel skeleton penetrates the haze
 You are foundation, firmly planted in dirt
 They've broken their necks, now they're sleeping in graves
 They've broken their necks, still they feel compelled
 To look up, look out and return to ground
 A sky scraper is ambition
 And sweet victory is the sweetest poison
 Under the brickwork lies a structure of hurt
 And stress points scream bearing friction of steel on steel
 They shoot up, shoot out, and return to ground
 And the vision is concrete
 And this city's become overgrown with weeds
 And it doesn't matter how you play the game
 It's what game you play
 Pulling up weeds has been pulling on you
 But your head is a cloud
 Skyscraper ambitions aren't feeding on fools
 They're feeding on you