City Road

At the end of City Road is a garden
On the banks of a river running upside down
You can hear when the apples fall; they are rotten
But the town ain't stopping til they're underground
The smoke all truly stacks the horizon
And it ain't surprising that the folk all frown
But your bureaucratic pals, they are starving
They will eat you for dinner if you don't calm down

And every system has a cyst it has to burst
The solar system with a cyst about to burst

Fickle industry has bred many orphans
A might-wielding portion of a psychic lapse
And they know but they aren't aware, they're effacing
The imagination that the culture saps
And the orphans breed again, in rebellion
The first generation of the overload
If you want to feel the winds of abandon
Take a walk to the garden at the end of City Road

And every system has a cyst it has to burst
The solar system with a cyst about to burst
And every system has a cyst it has to burst
The solar system with a cyst about to burst
And every system has a cyst it has to burst
The solar system with a cyst about to burst
And every system has a cyst it has to burst
The solar system with a cyst about to burst
And every system has a cyst it has to burst
The solar system with a cyst about to burst



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Panagiotidis
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