black spots spread across your face they are bruises from the hailstorm got no calming injections or mattresses to rest on you add up the final sum and zero is your maximum the city has always won when zero is your maximum you don't look anything like you no heat left in that body the structure is crooked and weary and spent like easy money you add up the final sum and zero is your maximum the city has always won when zero is your maximum the city can't protect you from it's open spaces dress you up in concrete loose you in its mazes