Here's to you, just the memory, our sip
Slide right back into the mix
Where the lines began to bleed
Here's to the life we thought to create
Mapped lines, designs, paper streets
Our city's fucking dead
Cityscapes are burnt and bare
Infertile womb to the earth
These highway hills are cutting teeth
Ruptured black, let 'em bleed
Here's to you and your sense of accomplishment
Well I'm still here and I still am better than you
Here's to life and what we thought to create
You fucked up, I might be the slut but you're the whore
These cityscapes are burning
Burnt, burnt, burnt black and bare
Infertile womb to this earth
These highway hills are cutting
Cut, cut, cutting me down
Ruptured black, won't you let 'em bleed

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