Wings Of Blindness Fly Me Home,


Temptation Led 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 Naïve 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 From A Young Age,


Now Only Death Can Halt My Rage.