Sister City
20
I was born a mess of blood and tissueI taught myself everything I can doLike how to eat and how to sleep and how to chokeOn the vomit my reflexive thoughts evokeI hear all the timeThe echoes of my footsteps I am inching towards the finish lineThe only set of footprints is my ownAnd with every double-digit dial tone We are tapped into the cables like a bombAnd our keystrokes sound like a semi-automatic gunSubjectivity Is all the rage in the first world countriesAll the top percentsAbide by sacred documentsAnd I'll sing till I can't talkBut I'll still tow the line between explained and lostWhat pioneers are weSo I sing happy fucking birthday to me
From Letras Mania