Make Way

The night glows sickly—an orange and black paste
 Holding the city submerged
 The hero of our story leans into a crowd
 And is lost amongst the sea of faces
 Languages rise and expire
 Mixing into just one flavour
 Are there any "wilds" anymore?
 As the indoors is eating the outdoors
 Someone's counting all of our enemies
 There's no place you can disappear into
 Try to sleep it off
 I guess I will too
 Try to sleep it off
 Maybe I could follow you
 Crack our shells and show our treasure long armoured
 Moving prescriptions, seretonin addictions
 Your massive sugar rush
 Your public space is dying
 Communities in need or reviving
 Someone is counting all of our enemies
 There's no place you can disappear into