Steam rising and spiraling then vanish in the wind

I cant 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



Steam rising and spiraling then vanish in the wind

I cant tell where the land ends and the sky begins

This city truly is assaulting my senses

Unkempt, unruly, devour, defenseless

Occupant. If Poverty builds up character,

And spoils breed arrogance,

I'd rather consort with the low and the 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...



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