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Fast Life, 2017
Living in the fast life
In the outskirts of urban decay
Surrounded by machines
Running on caffeine and nicotine
Their cigarettes are city ash
Their eyes are on fire
They are dead metaphors
Climbing an uphill stride
Living in the fast life
Surfing through the night scene
There's prestige in dirty tactics
And prestige is the ship that sails
Dying-
Everyday dying to live.
They find out; there's only death in this city.
I met a boy who lived in the fast life
He tastes like morning Americana
Bitter and strong; the first sign of daybreak
I met a boy who lived in the fast life
He knows all the right words to say
God forbid I believe him
Because we're all in a state of decay
I loved a boy who lived in the fast life
He reminded me of one and one rule alone;
that this place is the jungle- play the game and play it well, but do not expect the dawn.