This is all I wanna know.
New York City is evil.
I can't ever do that.
It's all right here.
I've never been so alive... as then.
But it's all right here. All that matters - not the fingers of electricity that has this planet in a cold death grip, heartless - yet pounding...
Like a hammer on steel. Malleating.
The soulless and narcoleptic voice... Catches you everywhere - In the city, in the sprawl, on the rain and at home...
Feel it touch you, moan and sing...
Desperate no more - strong... It's you - desperate to keep up and live.
I can't let this narcolepsy slide.
I can't let this narcolepsy slide.
I can't let this negativity slide.
I dream that I'm awake.
F*CK.
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