You don't hear the sounds that reflect lifes exterior
You see, when night decends and all the neon lights come to life
Out come the scum, the heartless, the users, the miscreants
I see you huddled in the shadows asking "Why is life so cold?"
When the pieces in the dirt are screaming "All our souls are sold."
Shiny metal cars and glossy windows
Concrete streets and rubber wheels
Plastic phones and synthetic clothes
Neon lights and electric sheep
This throbbing bass and this harsh noise
Steel wind sucked through alloy pipes
Bullets run on rails tonight
This loop here is a filler
Methamphetamine your choice killer
Clinical death cold and clean
etc. etc.

Are you looking for criticsm or just posting your work?