Those downtown rides on vintage bikes,
Cannot incarcerate it for it just flies
And here we are, anathematising our lives.

All now reside in a brand new world,

Some sipping cold or coffee with gold

Whilst dancing on the same floor

Tears or money, we slip on either pour.

The human chamber ain't holy no more, 

Blood drops buried all around the shore.

Kisses on lips and kisses on cheeks,

It's no more a reason to climb love peaks.

Despondency drew over the atmosphere,

Clamouring aloud and spreading its air

With this weltschmerz not letting us live,

Losing our lives like it's no more imperative.