Lone Wolf
Urban Chains: Desert Bloom's Captivating Tale of City Confinement
Lyrics
I'm a prisoner to the city
I feel constrained or limited by the urban environment.
I was born with a chain on my neck
I was born burdened, feeling chained or restricted.
I used to think the bright lights were so pretty
Initially admired the city lights, but now find them unsettling.
But now they're gone and I think I'm a wreck
The absence of bright lights has left me feeling damaged.
We can't dig holes in the pavement
We can't make a mark on the city, but it's acceptable as we had a simpler life.
But that's okay, we lived in the sand
Despite challenges, we used to live contentedly in a simpler environment.
We're sinking and need someone to save us
We are sinking and in need of rescue.
So hoist me up with your fragile hands
Requesting help from someone delicate or vulnerable.
Locked up by taxis and transit
Feeling confined by the overwhelming presence of transportation.
A silver cigarette tucked in your ear
A symbolic silver cigarette representing an urban lifestyle.
Heat's dropping and I can't stand it
Discomfort with the decreasing warmth, searching for meaningful sounds.
I'm still looking for what I wanna hear
Still searching for a fulfilling message or purpose.
I get sucked into my own mind
Getting absorbed in introspection.
Cast out from my own kind
Feeling rejected or disconnected from one's own kind.
I always say the wrong thing at the right time
Frequently expressing inappropriate thoughts at opportune moments.
Painting structures, bases punchline
Creating art with underlying meanings and humor.
Pretty faces, hotline
Beautiful faces and a communication hotline.
Changing paces combine
Adapting to new situations by altering one's pace.
Give us more time
Request for more time or understanding.
My rhymes are young but my reasons are ancient
Expressing youthful expression with ancient, meaningful reasons.
And I forget what I do with my lungs
Forgetting the purpose of one's breath.
Petrified people from strange places
Encountering individuals frozen in unfamiliar surroundings.
Tell me who I am, lead with your tongue
Seeking identity, urging others to speak honestly.
Give your wrist and I promise I'll take it
Willing to take on challenges or burdens.
Why don't you follow me into the world?
Inviting others to explore a different perspective or way of life.
Know your enemies: friends who can't fake it
Identifying real adversaries: friends who cannot be authentic.
The paper crane, it tends to unfold
A paper crane representing fragility unfolds, revealing vulnerability.
I get sucked into my own mind
Reiterating being absorbed in introspection.
Cast out from my own kind
Continued sense of being rejected or disconnected.
I always say the wrong thing at the right time
Repeatedly expressing thoughts at inappropriate times.
Painting structures, bases punchline
Continuation of creating art with underlying meanings and humor.
Pretty faces, hotline
Beautiful faces and a communication hotline reiterated.
Changing paces combine
Re-emphasizing adapting to new situations by altering one's pace.
Give us more time
Repeating the request for more time or understanding.
Break me out of here
Pleading to be liberated from the current situation.
Whispers 'round my ear (Changing faces)
Mysterious voices influencing thoughts (changing faces).
Break me out of here (Changing paces)
Repeating the plea to break free (changing paces).
Whispers 'round my ear (Changing faces)
Continued influence of mysterious voices (changing faces).
Ah! (Changing paces)
An exclamation, possibly signifying a breakthrough or realization.
Ooh, ooh
Expressive vocalizations without specific lyrical content.
Ooh, ooh
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