Drowning in a room of cold airLiving in an urban jungle
Urban beasts will eat us alive
Hungry for a steady beating heart
heart after heart
life after life
Devoured
Drowning in a room of cold air
with everyone I've ever known
Living in a modern tomb
scraping at the walls
rubing fingers raw
Save me from my noose.
Keep me from my self-dug grave,
Help me beyond this urban jungle.
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