New York row

I have a New York heart

I can never sleep inside

I can hear the chaos all night long

I smell pee on streets

Every country speaks of me

There are always couples

Fast-fuck celebrating, running

Asking for some food

Death-delivery

Candy, Poison, Flowers

I barely see sun

So many hours lost

Inside those buildings

I'm a rush, a fail, 

A full-time competition

The deepest sadness belongs 

To my two lungs

But I pretend it doesn't hurt

I'm all pure anger, sex, desire

I sometimes just think

Of putting fire

To everything I have

I like to get drunk a little

I like to tell some lies

To freeze myself before I start

The next round of serial killing

I am some sort of a terrorist

Lost in a big city

I'm trying to suicide

And my agent never rests 

I'm often tired

But I can't do anyhing about it

I have a huge, polluter heart

That is constantly trying to explode

This is the nature that

Eats me from inside

With no salvation

No clue of where to go

I have no place to go

I'm on my death row