In the city of possessions,
he wanders alone, or so he tries,
sulking, he sits in the corner,
and the spotlight hits him in the eyes,
scraping his skin against the wall,
he waits for the light to pass,
in time he shall be alone with time,
just a blast and you'll see,
tired and shuffling through the streets,
running away from the steel breeze,
just a blast and he'll come around,
hanging onto the highest shields,
O listen, the time i spent on this,
all just for a sigh of bliss, I've missed,
thank god, soon i'll be down to my feet,
fade away like a dream...haha!