City Streets City Streets Automotive furies Rumble down my road Ready for any Armageddon That may be waiting in the wings Of desperation. City Streets Fleshly Machines Mumbling through my moments Whispering for a future That holds its breath In the memories of the dead. City Streets Concrete Creatures Search my silence Waiting for some Savior To come out of the sun As another day fades into the Lake. Tina Coleman