Wings of blindness fly me home

Temptation lad to love with chrome

The city and the problem child

Teething, boredom, running wild

Cheated, beaten, opened, abused

These dreams of concrete have no real use

The repercussions of the naive need,

Torn and twisted by the failure of greed



chorus:

The trouble with concrete is the fabric of thought

If only we used it like we were taught

But battered by the pain and screams

We're left with rubble from these concrete dreams



The teachers shun the chosen word

And educate the losers with the absurd

The system does not know the truth

Radio edit hides the proof



Chorus



My dream of concrete led me here

As the rubble fell, so did the fear

Waiting for the lights to go out

So concrete I can dream about



Chorus:

The trouble with concrete is how we're taught

Make concrete the fabric of your thought

I was told at a young age

Now only death can halt my rage