Testo Escapism Pt. II

Since a broken elegy for a city of smoke and decay; whose alleys are choking with collapsed hopes and ravaged hearts. these high-rises serve as tombstones, from our neighbors' eyes rise smoke. we're buckling under gridlocked grievances & a century of fear. so: my friends are all dead, otherwise they're dying. all so fucking lonely, never alone. we can dwell on what's missing. dwell on what might've been. we hide behind double locked doors. no, there's no hope here. there's barely life here. we're ashen & sallow; we're all fucked. we're only kids and we're part of the machine.