the city is beautiful until it corrodes.
the city is beautiful until you are trapped.
_send me home_,whispers your heart beneath
a grey blanket,_but the city is where love and
genius live,we can't leave,we can't go
send for home_,it yells,and now it is tearing
you apart it is picking through the sinews of
your warmth it is shredding you out
you push it peels you stop,it peels,
the book of chaos sits next to you
should you open it now?where does wisdom lie?
is it in your palms,or beyond that,somewhere
hidden, unfolded?
you don't know because the city is still beautiful to you.
you don't know because you never open that book.
(but your heart peels on.)
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
the city is beautiful until it corrodes.
the city is beautiful until you are trapped.
_send me home_,whispers your heart beneath
a grey blanket,_but the city is where love and
genius live,we can't leave,we can't go
send for home_,it yells,and now it is tearing
you apart it is picking through the sinews of
your warmth it is shredding you out
you push it peels you stop,it peels,
the book of chaos sits next to you
should you open it now?where does wisdom lie?
is it in your palms,or beyond that,somewhere
hidden, unfolded?
you don't know because the city is still beautiful to you.
you don't know because you never open that book.
(but your heart peels on.)
"well if you wanna find love then you know where the city is" (the 1975)
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