one year in the foul smelling city

bad as it is we live in an age of confusion and decay our towers crumbling on our heads debris covering the streets while we are told everything will get better you have to find out that nothing gets better at all

we have our slogans written on great big signs but underneath it's the rotten smell and the quick getaway from anything normal from truth to lies from love to hate from reality to pretending

but it gets an ending

soon