In the city of lost souls
You were wanted for your new horizon.
You were wanted for your new reason.
Tall, so tall are the walls.
They entrap the mysteries of a soul.
Dark, darker ways,
Smoke, smoke always,
Smoke going deeper into your airways.
Whenever I breathe,
I do breathe for me.
And if I live,
I always live to believe.
But do I really know
Of a place that I can go?
Some place there below the low...
...As we don’t really go
To the places we don’t know.
city, alien, breath, place, refuge, identity, safety, clash, urban
