There is a time when man-made is more beautiful than natural.

It fascinated me
        The sunny day, a bit chilled
        Buildings towered over me like silver chiefs
        A man in a grey hat and a business coat slivered past

What was it that made me look
        Over and under my head
        To try to find what wicked soul was pulling his string?
        I suppose there is a gun driving this handsome scene, like always.

Entering a room that seems so sincere
       To learn it was just planned;
       The better the food, the better the fantasy;
       Is it wrong for me to suspect that only the decaying walls can be real?

I feel like I'm giving in
To some kind of evil sin
I can't find the place I've been
I want this ****** boy to win

Jealousy is just another way
To say I love your way
I'd roll my eyes every day
If I just knew what's the pay
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I'll admit I love metropolis
I'll admit I'm just a hoax
I look at the buildings like I look at the air
I know they're beautiful, It's fine and they're there
And that it's theirs
Basking in Chicago's rain, and in Chicago's wind
I have no home, as far as I'm concerned, but I hope I come back again