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This city that I'm living in is a heads down oblivion Where stronger souls than mine have fucking given in Their trial is truth on tracks waiting for trains The jury says you're guilty but they don't run today So they collect themselves and their arms and limbs And return to their cellars with their psalms and hymns And the possible pavement they chose not to walk Is nearly entirely white from the outlines of chalk This city that I'm living in is a sky scraping synonym For watching it fall then getting ripped limb from limb Are you a fool to the liar or just fuel to the fire? Or is this puzzled piece just a tool like your pliers Back in the shadow of pack a day smoke stacks I open up my lungs to find that they're both black As it moves to my tongue i have to try to choke back Every urge to follow along that black crow's path Cause oh city life each breath of you Leaves my lungs feeling destitute But i know that when they're empty that I'll rest in mute But I'll exhale the words: 'I'll be the death of you' This city never sleeps it's just dreaming of rest With a pillow and a sedative clenched to it's chest But my destiny won't get the best of me Because eventually i will rest in peace of mind Rewind the fine lines on father time's wrinkled face I'll turn your briefcase into a burial place And your marital state into a charitable case And your wild horses into a chariot race What a terrible waste but I'm burying the case With new evidence to taste and a paper to chase I need life jacket in this sea of ritalin That floods the sewer system of this city that I'm living in Teach these city planners some goddamn manners In a city full of nails shouting braille at blind hammers Beaten down to the sound of the gravity of this town As skyscrapers rise, so must they fall to the ground Cause oh city life each breath of you Leaves my lungs feeling destitute But i know that when they're empty that I'll rest in mute But I'll exhale the words: 'I'll be the death of you' Unsolved cases just a cloud of shrouded faces Packed in like sardines with a fear of crowded spaces And burn the cables on your turntables And send this one horse town right back into it's stable It's an equation that will fall like a house of cards Fifty two skeletons of luxury cars As long as I've been here this city's never been free Now this city I've been living in lives inside me Cause oh city life each breath of you Leaves my lungs feeling destitute But i know that when they're empty that I'll rest in mute But I'll exhale the words: 'I'll be the death of you' |