Walking through the streets plexus
 The air smells like plethoric fantasies
 Esplanades are littered with debris
 Streets are filled with eclectic melodies
 Looking forward, moving straight ahead
 Old diary pages in hand
 Moving silent through the city of mind
 That shows its dirty seamy side
 
 There is something stronger than him...
 
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 The only thing that keeps him going
 Is the fact that he could stop someday
 Turn these hateful streets to ruins
 Now he sees his only way
 
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