Steam rising and spiraling then vanish in the wind I can't tell where the land ends and the sky begins Are you acquainted with the threat of being killed? Or are you conversing with pigeons on the windowsill?
Every battle has been fought and everything I think was thought Down we, down we've descended Every day keeps getting shorter as my sleeves start getting longer and the sidewalks overflow So we patronize pedestrians with no sense of direction When you're lost and can't ask a question
This city's spiraling and vanish in the wind I can't tell where the land ends and the sky begins The city truly is assaulting my senses Unkempt unruly devour defenseless occupant If poverty builds character and spoils breed arrogance I'd rather consort with the low and decadent
Every battle has been fought and everything I think was thought Down we, down we've descended Every day keeps getting shorter as my sleeves start getting longer and the sidewalks overflow So we patronize pedestrians with no sense of direction When you're lost and can't ask a question
You'd better have the strength of the wandering aimless With an audience of the most prestigious Do you have to strain to love the one you came with? I hope you have the strength because we're in the belly of.....