Mason D. Hoyt - Culture Lyrics

I pace the cracking pavement
With my rations in my hand
Welcome to the endgame
Welcome to the promised land

Someone tell me where to go
Tell me who I'm supposed to find
Somebody take my hand and walk
Anywhere is fine

I squat down on the sidewalk
As I take in all the lights
I never liked the LEDs
But those fluorescents look quite nice
I stand back up and plot a course
To where I'm not quite sure
I can't shake off this boredom
Someone's gotta have the cure

Somebody find my culture please
I lost it long ago
I've been in all the buildings here before
I've got nowhere left to go