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6:05, Brooklyn Bridge:failed and tongue-tiedbody aching, hands shaking, bloody insidestill alive.Sunrise like a pillar of fire,still running like the static on a blank channelsunken to the bottom of the barrel of a gun.braced against the railing looking straight into the sunlike I was waiting for someone to burn a picture in my mind...like i could recite scripture off the lids of my eyes...fishing in the East River for a reason to dievoices whispered in my mind, I believe they were mine.another pilgrim come to find that the bridge is a lie, andthere's nothing on the other side...I was told to pick my battles. This isn't my war.My fight is with myself. I'm leaving New YorkLeaving my prayer rug in the apartment off Van Cortlandtcaught in constant paranoia coughing someone's jagged hallelujahbuildings like a burning cross, withdrawal,the drive north, all five burroughs fall,lizards listen through the walls, born into this funeral,news of war from city hall, subway station, FDR,tanks and guards, riot squad, movement of the violent mobI dissolvefall apartdusted in the dark, watching the war start...SongtexteThey're going to send us to the deserts of Mars,where we'll die or go crazy with our legs blown offdon't want to suffocate in spacewhile God and the State face offflags waving in the grey dawn,better to break north.I was told to pick my battles. This isn't my war.My fight is with myself. I'm leaving New YorkI never found solid groundbut slept in a burning bedthere's a couple landlordswith a bounty on my headnever learned to bend my neckor to worship the dead.metro card expired; hop a turnstile and then jet.was I a coward to abandon,the broken down mechanicsthat crowned Biggie Smalls as the King of Atlantis?"Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches"the sea in which she vanished...Lost Kingdom of Jay-Z and Def Jam Cannibalsbeating a dead break on the decks of the TitanicI am it but I can't fit.so when the sky fellI felt like one of the guiltywith the populace in lockstep,ready to come and kill me.Did Providence demolish the buildingsthat rust and rot beneath the Hudson?all of it came to nothingand the devil's still running...and the devil's still running...I was told to pick my battles. This isn't my war.My fight is with myself. I'm leaving. Aus Songtexte Mania