In such vile perpetual agony I search through the winding Dirty streets for something... Streetlights illuminate The gossamer dreams Of this horrible city Taunting me, absorbing me In an apathetic lassitude I drift through moments of want Numbing myself with such Glittering distractions Meeting desperate eyes Through the grey haze Of cigarette smoke At the bottom of every glass I start to see the gossamer fray Leaving tatters of disillusionment To weave into my skin And its unbearable burden Drags me into a pitiful forgotten absence Night after night Alcohol leaves a weight of lead in my bones That will crush All of the lightness of joy... And everything I find In this ugly dream... Will be nothing Nothing Nothing Will be nothing... But dust...