We live outside the vending machine
The city's air and fake to breathe
The bitter taste of something sweet
Like powdered sugar in concrete
I see that I view to me
Make the night polluted sea
Roll a half for every tree
Criss and cross diagonal street
Pictures waiting safe to breed
With paper cranes and lift machines
With thousand legs together frappe
The sound of Mother Nature's clap
Ocean birds and joyed laugh
The sound of puke and coiled bath
Plastic bags and metal horses
Touch about the ocean floor
Pixies arch from copper vines
Hung a modernness design
The smoky sky is turning black
Among the clouds of burned trash
I built a sin is sprung a leak
Crowded shit into the sea
And fill the Alps until it seeps
From cracks that blind the upper seat
We live outside the vending machine
The city's air and fake to breathe
The bitter taste of something sweet
Like powdered sugar in concrete
I see that I view to me
Make the night polluted sea
Roll a half for every tree
Criss and cross diagonal street