City OF No Palms

Got good intentions.

Isn't it enough? No, it is not enough.

The comprehension of letting yourself get charmed by a bluff is upon me:

There's nothing I can do,

There's always something I could do.

Where would I be if it wasn't for you?

So I just do what I'm supposed to do.

I watch you turn into

А siсkly biomass of black and blue.

In the city of no palms

Snow is falling and I am holding her in my arms.

We don't talk. She's sick, I'm stoned.

But my choice was my own.

I wanted to have a good time,

But she, medicated highly,

Does it to survive.

Where's that wonder cure?

A bit of degradation free with every breath

Oddly feels like trust has been misplaced.

I love the scenery but hate the faces

And so for now

I ride on the wings of hope

Pushed on by the winds of dope

You'll get pulled back

No matter how hard you go

There is a distance and there is a rope

When I wake up tomorrow

I'll know what was at stake today