Walls wear stories, scratched and torn,
Faded posters, graffiti worn.
jagged circles in dark flights
Cracks appear amid the lights

Entropy calls, freedom’s a scream,
The prism is broken, but what does it mean
Cracks appear amid the light
A shattered truth, a fleeting sight.

Masked rebellion underground .
Jagged suns and static sound
Symbols, meaning everywhere
If only anyone would stop to care.

Entropy calls, freedom’s a scream,
The prism is broken, but what does it mean
Cracks appear amid the light
A shattered truth, a fleeting sight.

Fingers trace the rough chalk lines,
Desperation carved in jagged designs.
The hum grows loud, the path grows thin,
A battered door waits, pulsing within.

Entropy calls, freedom’s a scream,
The prism is broken, but what does it mean
Cracks appear amid the light
A shattered truth, a fleeting sight.

Steps to nowhere, a path unplanned,
Through buzzing lights and shadows grand.
The hum resolves, the rhythm speaks,
Even in light, the truth still leaks.