[Instrumental Intro — slow, cold synth sequence, distant machinery, restrained electronic drums] [Verse 1] Concrete walls have swallowed up the streets. Exhaust hangs low above the traffic lanes. The morning starts with coughing, horns, and heat. Nobody notices the dirty rain. [Verse 2] The sidewalks fill before the sun is up. People rush with coffee in their hands. Eight hours waiting for another shift. Then home too tired to make another plan. [Chorus] The city takes its share from everyone. Our time, our sleep, the air we breathe. We keep on working till the day is gone. And lose a little more of what we need. [Verse 3] There used to be a field beyond the road. Now there are houses packed from wall to wall. The last few trees are struggling by the curb. And nobody remembers them at all. [Verse 4] We meet our friends through messages and calls. A screen is easier than meeting face to face. You can be close without leaving your room. You can disappear without a trace. [Chorus] The city takes its share from everyone. Our time, our sleep, the air we breathe. We keep on working till the day is gone. And lose a little more of what we need. [Verse 5] A password fails... then someone's in your bank. A private photograph is passed around. A stolen name can follow you for years. And there is nowhere safe to put it down. [Verse 6] Then something starts attacking on its own. No human hand is needed at the start. It finds the holes inside the things we trust. And shuts them down before we know they're gone. [Pre-Drop — drums stop, low synth pulse, brief silence] Wait... What was that? Something is moving in the network. [EPIC INSTRUMENTAL SOLO — tense synth lead, heavy bass sequence, pounding electronic drums, gradual escalation] [Chorus] The city takes its share from everyone. Our time, our sleep, the air we breathe. We keep on working till the day is gone. And lose a little more of what we need. [Verse 7] Another morning. Same polluted air. Another train, another crowded line. The boss is calling before we get there. The answer comes before we even read. [Verse 8] At night the concrete holds the day's heat. Engines still running underneath the windows. Somewhere a bird is calling from a roof... Then traffic starts, and we don't hear it anymore. [Chorus] The city takes its share from everyone. Our time, our sleep, the air we breathe. We keep on working till the day is gone. And lose a little more of what we need. [End — beat gradually disappears, low synth continues] No one said it would end like this. No one asked us to stay. But tomorrow morning... we'll be there again.
