Sick City
by Ironsight· from Slow Burn EP
Everyone is swallowed by the times
Hiding away in their studio apartments
Nicotine dreams and alcoholics
Taking their next step towards the grave
And every single time I try to break the curse
This sick, sadistic town pulls up in a hearse
Ready to collect the debt and the dead
Handing out linen for your deathbed
I won’t let it be me, leave me alone
I won’t catch this disease, I guess I am alone
I’m a starving artist with no canvas or paint
Trying to vanish from this city that I hate
I’m a desperate beggar with no liquor left
Hoping for someone or something to catch my breath
The blood from my friends is thinner than water
Flowing down Central Ave and into the gutter