black is the air bricks are turning black chimneys and exhausters vomit solid waste the filth of the city dwells deep under my skin (first it) poured into my pores (and then it) found it's place to sleep (now it) covers all my heart turning it insensitive aggressive egoist sick aching dead the more you're embraced by this jungle the closer you get to this horror (here) everything is square (here) everything possesses a stench i'm now an organic part of this inorganic place all the means all the people all the dreams all the sorrow piled up in one place one upon the other a complete disorder to be burned at the stake