As the houses get empty
The streets begin to fill
I can't see inside the mind
Of the person who gets to decide
Who deserves to live inside
It's life and death
The problem is cosmetic
We must not get it
As the heart gets empty
It's easier to kill
If we can't see trash on the street
And we don't see folks on the street
We live a lie that's safe and clean
It's life and death
Your problem is cosmetic
It's life and death