A coyote howl ricochets off the city walls
But no one hears it calls
It dies inside the cold concrete halls
'cause the buildings are a little too tall
On the wings of a bird
Inside of a silver cage
She sings to herself
"One day they'll unlatch this door
and on the gust of wind we will soar."
We pretend we'll ascend
And realize our dreams
We're the chosen ones
Beneath a sun that gives us its beams
But haven't you seen
Lights in everything
It shines from you
But it shines from them too
So start closing the gap in between
It won't end with a bang
It'll slowly disintegrate
Back to where we once came
While the insects devour our brains
It's all part of the great figure eight
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