black is the air
bricks are turning black
chimneys and exhausters
vomit solid waste
the filth of the city
dwells deep under my skin
(first it) poured into my pores
(and then it) found it's place to sleep
(now it) covers all my heart
turning it
insensitive
aggressive
egoist
sick
aching
dead
the more you're embraced by this jungle
the closer you get to this horror
(here) everything is square
(here) everything possesses a stench
i'm now an organic part
of this inorganic place
all the means
all the people
all the dreams
all the sorrow
piled up in one place
one upon the other
a complete disorder
to be burned at the stake