Broken light above the old marquee
Shining brighter than the city street antiquity
There they stand and marvel at the dreams
That are strewn across the pictures on a silver screen
You never know the time
Or read between the lines
For it's too late
Ever notice how
Once it's figured out
Close is far to go
So goddamn far to go
Cornerstone
Built in the masonry
Mortar murders building up the bricks of industry
Chemistry, synthesizing needs
Cleansing countries of morality, cause the first one's free
Every time you think it's gone to far extremes
The bar is raised it seems by some shifty sleazy sucker
And then you know you've got to keep it clean,
Lose your means, so why even bother