Anchors of Rust

this town, it's a grave, (Ohio's grave) Every day feels the same in Ohio's haze Streetlights flicker with a ghostly craze Rain keeps falling, like my waning phase Hope keeps sinking in these frozen days Worn out bridges and the sky's dull glaze State of distress, (hate Ohio) Can't shake the gloom in these leaden skies Feels like a trap, in this endless guise Grey clouds above, just won't suffice I loathe this place, it's cold as ice Stuck in a rut, and I've paid the price Small-town vibes, with a bitter taste (hate Ohio) Dreams get buried in this sluggish waste Friends move on, but I'm stuck in place Aimless walks through the empty space (Ohio's grave) [Chorus] This town's my anchor, my chain, my cage Life's dimmed down, lost its vibrant stage (Ohio's drain) Every smile's just a mask, a hollow masquerade Dead-end streets where my thoughts invade The future's a mirage, in Ohio it fades Echoed promises, all decayed and frayed (No love for Ohio) (Ohio's bane) These walls close in, with the rust and decay Promises broken in this town, they stay Through vacant lots, the winds will sway A hopeless whisper, that I'll get away But anchors pull back, in this relentless fray