Smog City
2005
Here I am now in a busy city
smoke and listen to songs soaked of pity
This place is my place to be, Im grateful, Im free
Ive seen enough of the chaos and debris
Pieces of my heart are scattered on the floor
behind colorful walls theres a hidden door
Aching head, thoughts spin, when will this life begin?
Or will I forever be cursed for living in sacrosanct sin?
My cold limbs sway, Im trying to pray
but all words my lips spill are drenched with decay
Will this moment last forever, if I just ignore the time?
There are always higher clouds left for me to climb
Oh I wish I could learn how to fly without falling
I wish Id be high without post– creepy crawling
Well, noone is here, besides me and my fear
but I will shake it all off cause remedy is near
This moment lasts forever if I just take the time
to love myself, when I smoke and rhyme
Here I am now in a busy smog city
still listening to songs that soak of pity
And if it knocks on my door I wont let it in debris,
cause this is my holy realm, my abode to be free
