A city of strange sights
Something sinister is hiding beyond the lights
Your comfortable ignorance blinds you from the war
I wonder if the fight is worth it anymore
The calm babble of a fountain near
Contrasts the cries for help barely reaching my ear
The place where our humanity is lost
And we leave one another to rot
I used to think myself a giving person
But I have since learned my lesson
I ask a man with a bourgeoisie air
For change to help pay my train fare
His face tightens when he looks at me
"Sorry,
I spent it all on overpriced coffee,"
And for another night I'm stuck here
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC
A city of strange sights
Something sinister is hiding beyond the lights
Your comfortable ignorance blinds you from the war
I wonder if the fight is worth it anymore
The calm babble of a fountain near
Contrasts the cries for help barely reaching my ear
The place where our humanity is lost
And we leave one another to rot
I used to think myself a giving person
But I have since learned my lesson
I ask a man with a bourgeoisie air
For change to help pay my train fare
His face tightens when he looks at me
"Sorry,
I spent it all on overpriced coffee,"
And for another night I'm stuck here
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