sing a broken elegy for a city of smoke and decay, whose alleys are choking with collpsed hopes and ravaged hearts. these high-rises serve as tombstones, from our neighbours' eyes rise smoke. we're buckling under gridlocked grievances and a century of fear. so my friends are all dead. otherwise they're dying. all so f****** lonely, never alone. we can dwell on what's missing. dwell on what might've been. we hide behind double lockd doors. no, there's no hope here. there's barely life here. we're ashen and sallow; we're all f*****. we're only kids and we're part of the machine.