Walking fault lines underneath the city
Pressure builds in places no one checks
A hundred years of silence isn't pretty
When the surface finally starts to flex
You said the cracks were just cosmetic
I said the whole foundation needs a look
We argued about what's pathetic
While the fault lines wrote the story in the book
It's all coming down — it's all coming down
Everything we built on borrowed ground
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