Standing at dawn, watching the end - of beauty, identity, immunity
The end is something to live for, Vancouver's an empty bottle
Our dying thirst causing problems
We stand at dawn, the beginning of something, heartfelt, replaceable
Two-day booze, works faster
My city on the water, spots of flame, midnight rain
The gla** sky reflects our prize
Gla** towers for sleepers; they're dying
Broken city for dreamers
Two-day booze works a faster fuse
Two-day booze works faster
Feels like falling
Shame, like k**ing
Homeward bound
Tension rising
Children of tomorrow; earth's new rapists
Spring rain comes; wash away the purpose
Between our days, empty distance sways
Copper wires pay, for days and days
What are we waiting for?