Quiet raging of park fire in a hasty bum's hike,
The ones who know the place better -
They ride the cannon-holed pavements by bike.
Covered in artificial green - just to digest the flesh better,
Carelessly swallowed by the amethystic acid storm weather.
Starved howls of wolves in the back -
That's how the streets get by here,
Their whitened Cheshire smiles hide the wide jaws of fear.
The bright skyscapers balconies and the vacuum dark undergrounds -
The ivory bonehard concrete,
which devours the Cannibal City night sounds.
The scavengers prey in herds,
Warming by smoked factory outskirts,
Circling near the bus stop on the highway -
Bites out of the blue, that's what hurts.
"Eat or be eaten" - the hunters got that law literally,
Feeding on the locals' hearts, while fucking them subliminally.
Entering old shopping mall,
You face The Green Soylet brawls -
Are you ready to win it? With love, pride, Bones and All.
If Human Stew is your limit*,
Then you go better and see it,
For to survive*'s the only rule under the Cannibal City's night blanket.
Torn apart by the vultures,
Desecrating the alabaster bust sculptures -
The way here nowadays Sid and Nancy's tale ruptures.
The museum of modern Arts's trait
To serve the washed up brains on a plate,
If you're still hanging on a Cannibal City's bait.
* - "Human stew - that's my limit", "Survive, whatever it takes" - Michael De Santa, GTA V
** - о хищных мегаполисах, с законами джунглей. Хотя об этом писались книги, фильмы и песни ещё в прошлом веке, увы, не перестающие быть актуальными при разговоре о том же Нью-Йорке или Берлине наших дней.