Where do I go to find myself in this downtown dream?
Skyscrapers high-rise, everything is more than it seems
A mile in a million, caught in viscid lacklustre emotions
Upon seeing impressionable lights under glacial decisions
Horizon pale grey, though the night grows dark and deeper
Tuscan stars and effervescent skylines that glimmer and glower
Timeless destinations, that appeal for gloomy eyes to forget
But the macabre thoughts disturb again like a brimstone parapet
Where do I go to lose myself in this downtown desecration?
Skyscrapers down-low, shallow lipstick and coat-check desperation
A mile in a minute, caught in viscous webs of endless nowhere
That no fading light can ever permeate, only vague deliria is left spare.