[Intro]
QuaIity-wise, I mean I have to admit-

[Verse 1]
I'm a vague stain on the wall of life
A product of used clumsiness
Pursuing petty pretty pain and preference to ugly bliss
The pompous bickering personas constantly presumptuous
They keep on knocking on my door
What the fuck they want from us?
Peaceful on the train
Eyes graze skyscraper cityscapes
Traversing inner-city parts
Conversing with my inner-state
The only text I ever get is from a local pizza place
If I where now to disappear, no one will see me dissipate

[Chorus]
I had a dream that I woke up in a coffin
And I'm still dreaming now, in and out the office
Boxed in and weak, I'm feeling nauseous
Cautious not to let anyone in, then turn myself into a target
Sitting in a prison I insist is my apartment
Listening to shitty city citizens disheartened
Getting really giddy, dizzy, tripping off my misery
This city isn't me, it really stinks of garlic
[Outro]
-that is not quite up to the standard
However, it is growing, and it is getting
Higher and higher [?]