"The Frozen" lyrics

The girls on the streets look all sad in this gold encrusted little town
Why is that? Isn't this the town of dreams?
Yeah, but it comes with a price

It's a town that never does anything and yet takes all the credit
A place that promises so much and never has a thing to say
Or a care in the world
There is no memory here
No dream for itself but the dreams of others

And all over the world you talk about a place you've only seen in the re-runs
Immortalized by its vice and deified for its carnage

There's money in the air there
All you have to do is reach up and grab it

In basements, garages, parking lots, empty lots, school yards, town cars
Back rooms and more
Diamonds are fashioned from expectations and fortified on a steady diet
Of simple lives and red carpets

The ejaculating zeitgeist in night vision
Culture is a punchline and emotion is blood in the water
The sharks here play games you can't fathom
But you flock here anyway

On college money and credit cards
Spend a week bullshitting yourself that it was all true

All of it
Just to watch in horror as it all falls into pieces under the gravity of reality
The starry eyes fade as it dawns on you
Nothing is guaranteed

You are a part of the great divide, the chosen, or the frozen
Now you're miles away without a net
Your college money is a collage of debt
And your credit cards are all snapped in fucking half

Time to wander a landscape in bereft of mercy
This is now the backlot of your failed movie
A waking dream re-written without your permission
The real luster, the soft focus, the soap opera vision
Is just the hindsight of a world who's been lied to
Of sad serfs and untouchable lords

You took a chance, didn't you?
But chance didn't have a part for you this time around
Maybe next life

And you can't even walk home

The girls on the street all look sad in this cardboard cut-out little town
No wonder, that's the only thing here that's real
The gold is for fools and paradise is lost
But the hungry have never bothered with the cost

Day by day they fall away like rose petals
Like ink that won't dry or fade
It just runs wild down cracks and crevices, grooves and folds
So I hope someone saves you, before you get cold
I really do

Because the girls are all sad in this little black book
If you don't believe me take a closer look
If you can..?