The city is dying;
the city is dead.
Everyone's dying,
and everyone's dead;
and nothing feels the same anymore,
and most recently, I was stuck inside of who-knows-where;
I met the strangest people, who I'll never meet again,
and one of them had a plan to open up our eyes.
The city is living;
the city's alive.
Everyone's living;
everyone's here,
and I can't feel anything anymore.
Saw someone I knew the other day,
hadn't seen him in awhile;
he wore a new cover that I saw, but couldn't see,
and I had to walk on by, because my head went numb.
Some win;
some lose.
Some die;
some escape,
and I don't know how these people live.
Saw someone I knew, but couldn't talk for long;
she was wondering if I remembered her,
or if I was real at all.
I told her that depends on how much you are willing to believe;
and I told her this:
"I saw your Braindead Fisherman, he looked a lot like me;
and the Suicidal Superhero came rolling in through black,
and the Interdimensional Diplomat came in, through sky."