In the City of the Second Hand—rags and bones.
Look down, look down—rusted throne.
Cling close to what you've gathered here when you're alone.
Look down, look down on your scraps and stones.

I'm not placing blame. In the end we are all the same. cnd nothing will change till then.
Still somehow it's strange: If no one falls, no one gains. Yeah, somehow that's strange in the end.

In the City of the Second Hand, who's the savior?
Slow down, slow down for what's in store.
Lines are drawn into the avenue, into the core.
Slow down slow down when more is more.

cnd all she said so far, is “don't forget who you are.” No, don't forget, who you are.

cutumn snuck inside a taxi car, windows open.
Fall down, fall down for no reason.
When the city lets the seasons change cement softens.
Fall down, fall down in the end.