The river Styx is coughing and running dry
Guadalupe starves and she closes her eyes
I want to see a city that gives a shit
But they're building new businesses
On top of the burial plots

Their eyes like daggers
In the shadows of the frozen night
Luxury skeleton condos rising up
In the trashcan fire light

And down here in the wastelands
You can't cross with just a coin
No, they want more and more and more and they'll say

"Hey, get it together
What's your life worth?
Get it together."

And every letter's cut
From a different magazine
Collaged and obscured
Through a thousand different screens

Hey, get it together