A cold and porcelain lonely in an old New hotel A stranger to a city that she used to so well Bathing in a bathroom that is bathed in the first blue Of the beginning of a century at the end of an endless
Then she is wet behind the ears and wafting the avenue Pre-rush hour, post-rain Stillness seeping upwards like From another molten sewer summer in New
been spraying us With chemicals in our Us, about the mosquitoes Having some kind of Them, me
CIA play if you ask the guy Selling dryers out of a gym bag warfare
"I'm you, lab rat to lab rat", he says "That's the truth is at" That's where the is at That's the truth is at
And everything seems to have terribly wrong that can But one breath at a time is an plan She tells herself and the air is there And this it's even breathable
And for a second the is unbelievable And a heavy sack of flour sifted her burden lifted She's full of wind for one lean moment And she's trapped again
Reverted, and contorted With no way to get And she's getting of little kisses But nobody's her the key
Her life is a long list of what ifs And she even know where to begin And the of suffering therein Rivals
TV is, after all, the modern day coliseum Human devastation as entertainment And now millions sit collectively cheering The bloodthirsty hierarchy of the arrangement
She is a cab She is down the avenue 19 going on 30
Or maybe she's 30 now hard to say It's hard to keep up with time it's on its way
And, you know, she never had of a chance Born into a built like an avalanche And somewhere in the 80's the Oat Bran and the Ozone She started to figure out like why
One eye pointed upwards looking for the in the sky One eye on the little flashing red A Picasso face twisted and listing down the Of the end of an night
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 And you're done You're for, you're done for good So me did you? Did you do, did you do all you