Children of the City - Mili

Sleep for a total of eight hundred hours per day

And then drink a liter of milk

Warm-up before you go play

Only eat or write

Or pull the trigger with your right hand

Only thing that's left

Is to work on following commands

By the time you realize

You'll be restrained to a desk

And with your dreams on the floor you comply

Eyes chained to the test

In thirty minutes find a groom or bride

Bonus if brunette

In ninety hours spill their insides

Paint your room picturesque

Now it's time for another vendetta

Going through the shelves

Picking out my prewritten persona ha ah ah

Children of the city sees only the neon stars

Reflected upon the murky gutter sky

Don't ask me why

I desperately wish to be included in the city's night

Pick up a knife and stab a familiar warm body

Learned to fight before

I knew love or bitterness of coffee

Snippy scissors cut down the strings

I set myself free

Only to figure out everything I chose was by proxy

As we suckled upon the nine millameter pacifier

Swallowing the fact that other than to expand

We had no purpose

As my ever-burning will to stay afloat backfires

I now know I must be comfortable being

Who I considered worthless

Follow the city's ribbon

To a heart nobody seems to listen

It takes my heart being broken and broken again

To know that I am the reason why

The sufferings never end

Now it's time for another vendetta hmm mmm mmm

Going through the shelves

Picking out my prewritten persona ha ah ah

Children of the city sees

Only the neon stars

Reflected upon the murky gutter sky

Don't ask me why

I desperately wish to be noticed by the city's night

Two point seven one eight two eight one

Eight two eight four five nine zero four

Five two three five three six zero two

Eight seven four seven one three five two

Six six two four nine seven seven five

Seven two four seven zero nine three six

Nine nine nine five nine five seven four

Nine six six nine six seven six two