From Autumn to Ashes Follow

Steam rising and spiraling
then vanish in the wind
I cant tell where the land ends and the sky begins
are you acquainted with the threat of being killed
or are you conversing with pigeons on the window sill

every battle has been fought and everything I think was thought
down we down weve descended
every day keeps getting shorter as my sleeves start getting longer
and the sidewalks overflow

patronize pedestrians with no sense of direction
when youre lost and cant ask a question

this city truly is is assaulting my senses
unkempt unruly devour defenseless occupant
if poverty builds character and spoils breed arrogance
id rather consort with the low and the decandent

youd better have the strength of the wandering aimless
with an audience of the most prestigious
do you have to strain to love the one you came with
i hope you have the strength because were in the belly of...