The cities change faster than my mortal heart
Without something melting
Over our poorly lit souls
We forget the words growing on our teeth

In all the clusters of the shiny people
Where you and I lose our own concepts
Change and slide into new skins
Trying to adapt the last centuries into this one

We are idolized and hover in our moth costumes
Around street lights sticking out our rich tongues
Without the poetry of death and taking lives
We can fly around at all speeds. Free.

The veins of the city pump underground
And I see nothing but what’s in front of me.