My heavy head is full of debris. Sometimes I wish this city would sink in the sea. Because even when I find the love, it's fake. And everything I want to touch would break. In some strange way, it's like you're never there. You just float by, crawling in the air. I've been so tired. I can barely breath. Open your eyes once and try to see. This skeleton town, with snakes in the grass. Where every single breath you take might be your last. And even when you find the love, it's fake. And everything you try to touch will break. Our crooked feet, burn up the street. And every time we're passing by, you feel the heat of 50,000 burning souls asleep. There's 50,000 crying out to me. So don't say you'll see me.
