Filling in a city The cash machines, they look so proud The thieves are so happy And everyone still talks to themselves The air, it smells like fear And tonight my nose is open Feeling in a city That never That never will be anything but empty They say it? s good for everyone But I can? t think when you? re around Circled by bicycles Shot down in front of the salon Just trying to beautify The shell that holds your credit cards Where did all of the money go? This is the last still life? A degree in a bowl of fruit They don't feel different Give them all that money back So they can fill in another city That? s dense but it? s hollow Only a cultured cockroach will live forever Filling a city in, don't forget to wear your uniform To shop and attack Only a cultured cockroach will live forever