Web of brain cells exploding
For a few hours my mind fixated
My downfall is more familiar
My end is more definite
Cooling down a bit
Breathing in and out
Like a night rider
Following lightened bridges
Watching and counting asphalt lines
This city is a prison
Roads leads to dead end streets
Be my destination, save me, get me out of it
This city is my home
And
I wanna escape from it
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