Empty streets call,
Siren's song.
Drift down deeper
The city's heart is waiting for me.
City soulless.
All empty syringe,
Hollow promise and careful disguise.
Bright eyes,
Briefly carry the hopeful.
Ever the optimist.
So sing your song,
Like a sigh,
Your sentimental lie.
Open your mouth and sing like you've got something,
You've got something to say.
My head in my hands.
Try to ignore the sound turning to sand.
Cold wind carries my own voice,
A whisper begging for release I am released.
So sing your song,
Like a sigh,
Your sentimental lie.
Open your mouth and sing like you've got something to say.
Fuck this city,
I've been released,
I spread out wide my arms.
I breath in deep and sing,
I am released.

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