in the night full of lights,
seems like nothing stands still.
the whole soil down here moves.
things look dull and surreal.
He strives to make his last call,
or whatever that was.
Beeps on the line, ain't too hard to inforce
the vision of fall.
For the love of it all.
He starts rushing, blood boils.
Waking up in cold sweat.
In the night full of lights, something creeps out of depth.
goodnight, gotham
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