In black and white, we are all but rust.
Moving forward? If we must.
You can't fight city hall, but you can hope
Someday that it will crumble to the ground.
In a dream, I saw a city invincible.
But overnight, the dream became a nightmare.
We buried this city under stratified layers of garbage.
The only solution was to set it all ablaze.
I want someone to smash the sun.
Pale the skin and end the fun.
They will swim across the river or
They will sink to the bottom.