In the city that never sleeps,

No one can hear you scream.

Eight million people,

Eyes wide shut,

Eight million cogs in the machine

Of the Empire State of Mind,

Eight million human beings,

Each marching to a different drum;

It’s a distinctive piece of music,

But there is no separate peace to be had,

Just the silence that falls

In light of the rise of the Empire,

Just the quiet, horrible sound

Of eight million people

Howling their sorrows to the moon,

Hailing from the greatest city on Earth,

All going great distances

In the name of liberty,

And the freedom to be blind, deaf,

And utterly indifferent

To one another’s cries.