Live and Die

My lungs are screaming out Tree sick without a doubt I've got a case of that Concrete sickness These roads are not my friend Small world is caving in Urban lies ring harmonics Off the subway My lungs are out of breath From car exhaust My ears are going deaf From horns at the four-way Can't see quite past the wall of towers Polypanopticon Surrounds the sun Falling from the sky and bleeding White lie You have to try You have to live and die just as we Say it's best Just get your rest You can't detest this porcelain lie A raven looks down on me Expectant of anything Reminds me of what I want and what I need to be (White lie) (Live and die) (Is this what I am?)