Burn Alone
we buried our beating hearts in sordid soil of this urban wasteland
while the acid rain burnt holes in them quickly
one hundred factories blew sick green clouds out and you took me by the hand
through forests of chimneys breathing deeply
diving in cities of decay and filthiness there's no need for futile words to speak
our countless phobias are just burlesque of pain
dazed we walk down the streets of distant memories through days so bleak
and wish naively that we could run away
staring into the howling voids of desolate warehouses makes our minds hurt
that's why we ramble along the cold rails
and dream about sea air instead of smoke and dream about concrete jungles that burn
burn burn burn alone in their sinful ways
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