A cold and porcelain lonely in an old New York A stranger to a city that she used to so well Bathing in a bathroom that is bathed in the blue light Of the beginning of a at the end of an endless night
Then she is wet behind the ears and down the avenue Pre-rush hour, post-rain seeping upwards like steam From another molten sewer in New York
They've been us With chemicals in our Us, Something the mosquitoes Having some of disease Them, me
CIA play if you ask the guy hair dryers out of a gym bag Chemical
"I'm you, lab rat to lab rat", he says "That's the truth is at" That's the truth is at That's the truth is at
And seems to have gone terribly wrong that can But one breath at a time is an plan She tells herself and the air is there And this morning even breathable
And for a second the is unbelievable And she's a heavy sack of flour sifted her lifted She's full of clean wind for one lean And she's trapped again
Reverted, and contorted With no way to get And she's getting plenty of little But nobody's her the key
Her whole life is a long of what ifs And she doesn't even know where to And the pageantry of therein television
TV is, after all, the modern day roman devastation as mass entertainment And now millions sit jeering collectively The bloodthirsty hierarchy of the arrangement
She is a cab She is sailing the avenue She's 19 on 30
Or maybe really 30 now It's to say It's hard to up with time once it's on its way
And, you know, she never had of a chance Born into a family built an avalanche And somewhere in the 80's the Oat Bran and the Ozone She started to figure out things why
One eye pointed upwards looking for the in the sky One eye on the flashing red light A face twisted and listing down the canvas Of the end of an endless
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 And you're done You're done for, you're done for So tell me did Did you do, did you do all you