I climb my way up just to go down. Glamour's praising darkness. Sweet silence, echoes and grace, much elegant then the rat hood cities generations live in. City boy gone pretentious and superficial, city girl gone tasteless and unloyal. Disclosure is the medicine to escape this dungeon. Meet where the air doesn't allow us to fully breath, meet where our hands reach the frosty clouds, it loves to sway oblivious of our standards. You like your guys like frosting white and sweet. But I'm baked like black forest, my life is cinnamon. Sorry it's the woods here. Tree of life, lose the perception of buildings. Fill in the void with departing leaves. Take the heat to you, take the cold to me. Gra** is the land way, durt is our blanket tree is the shade, mountains is our escape.