Visibly Hanoi'd

Inside windowless rooms, not unlike catacombs, the shittiness relays some hope
The hair on the soap
The noose in the rope
The filth and the death don't phase me

Rendered concrete rendered useless by small, unskilled hands, weather and time
Breathe the fumes in deep and blink the dust through your eyes
(It's Hanoi) Everything will be fine

Cast your doubts aside
Swallow that dirt down with your pride and
To the lawlessness of these foreign lands, you shall abide
Your compass demagnetised
This structured chaos scares even the cat with all 9 lives

Safety concerns from mistakes past are earned, but here they seem to bother no one
A horn blares, dodge buses here and there, eat rotten meat. Hey! Not a worry under the sun

You'll burn your bridges for desires
On the streets in small Wild fires
The dust now joined by ashes being blinked right through your eyes
The smoked good fortunes rise
Into a city, more like a hive
Where in structured chaos somehow everything survives