My lungs are screaming out
Tree sick without a doubt
I've got a case of that
Concrete sickness
These roads are not my friend
Small world is caving in
Urban lies ring harmonics
Off the subway
My lungs are out of breath
From car exhaust
My ears are going deaf
From horns at the four-way
Can't see quite past the wall of towers
Polypanopticon
Surrounds the sun
Falling from the sky and bleeding
White lie
You have to try
You have to live and die just as we
Say it's best
Just get your rest
You can't detest this porcelain lie
A raven looks down on me
Expectant of anything
Reminds me of what I want and what I need to be
(White lie)
(Live and die)
(Is this what I am?)