skyscrapers touch with their narcissistic needles
the fake, pale american sky
they stab him with their sharp needles
and the sky begins to cry
and we call those teardrops "rain"
we call the teardrops "rain"
we call them "rain"

oh liquid moment
oh vain metropolis out of hope
oh slippery, slippery *****

baptise me again
into your soft oblivion