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Thick black smoke hangs low, at mouth-line to most.
The houses all in ruin; every other business closed.
The acid rain flashes; the smell of rotting meat.
Two hundred thousand people living in tents along the street.
Go buy a suicide connection, or a child for half the price:
You can treat him like a dog and only feed him bowls of rice.
This is a place of constant anguish, of suffering and greed.
If you can scale the razor walls and try to leave, you might get out of this
Cold hearted town.
Get
to
the
Lake, she sings, of
Campfires
and
Radios,
of
Broken
Wings,
Settled
Fires,
and
Paints.
Get
the
men
their
money
to
make
the
factories
move.
Raze
the
mountains
and
the
deserts
and
the
lakes.
Buy a suicide connection, or a child for half the price:
You can treat him like a dog and only feed him bowls of rice.
This is an idol on a hilltop of suffering and pain.
If you can scale the razor walls and try to get away,
you might get out of this
you can't get out of this
you just can't erase this place if you try, it's a
cold hearted town.