Letra de 'Children Of The City' de Mili

Sleep for a total of 800 hours per day
And then drink a liter of milk, warm up before you go play
Only eat, or write, or pull the trigger with your right hand
Only thing that's left is to work on following commands
By the time you realize, you'll be restrained to a desk
And with your dreams on the floor you comply, eyes chained to the test
In 30 minutes find a groom or bride, bonus if brunette
In 90 hours spill their insides, paint your room picturesque

Now it's time for another vendetta
Going through the shelves, picking out my pre-written persona
Children of the city see only the neon stars
Reflected upon the murky gutter sky
Don't ask me why I desperately wish to be included in the city's night

(In 400,000 meters, turn right)

Pick up a knife and stab a familiar warm body
Learned to fight before I knew love or bitterness of coffee
Snippy scissors cut down the strings, I set myself free
Only to figure out everything I chose was by proxy
As we suckled upon the 9mm pacifier
Swallowing the fact that other than to expand we had no purpose
As my ever burning will to stay afloat backfires
I now know must be comfortable being who I considered worthless
Follow the city's ribbon
To a heart nobody seems to listen
It takes my heart being broken and broken again
To know that I am the reason why the sufferings never end

Now it's time for another vendetta
Going through the shelves, picking out my pre-written persona
Children of the city see only the neon stars
Reflected upon the murky gutter sky
Don't ask me why I desperately wish to be noticed by the city's eye

(Do not go home until you finish reading the value of E)

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