We ran out of time, we ran out of breath. We ran out of rhyme, so we ran to our deaths. We drank it away, forgot who we were, traded night in for day, made love on the curb. The city embraced us, we spit in its face. So their records erased us, kicked us out of the race. So we took to the hard road, we bathed in the sea. We shouldered the life load, we slept on the street.
And then we got hungry, we killed and we stole. We clawed at our bodies, we couldn't get full.
Flesh pressed to the pavement, made love to the street. And then we got pregnant, gave birth to a beast. And since we were naked, we stripped off our skin. But all that was under was black smoke and wind.
Beast breathed in our vapor, beast held us inside. Beast burned us in his lungs, smiled and closed his eyes. And so we were unloved, like our mothers feared. We flowed through the beast's blood, and we disappeared.