Voyeur
Stuck together like we’re the same blood
Making ways for generations to come
Breathing like we’ve become one
A fist in your chest like stones turning to sand

But my inner cities have a life of their own
Like a voyeur I’m observing my all

Making me feel that weight on your chest
As sand drifts to sea caress darkness at last
‘Cause mountains were not made to climb
You’re pounding uphill you are falling behind

But my inner cities have a life of their own
Like a voyeur I’m observing my all


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