Burned

people love this city, they love nantes,
i feel like the only city, i ever liked...
ain't from this world;
it's a fiction made of the magic  in our lives

but it makes me  sad
i guess i like this city, but i will never know it
as i will never know anything for sure
even if in the comfort of our home
i feel at home

and they'll splurt an ocean of cum,
and they'll splurt an ocean of cum

they'll make us turn the volume down
even if we'd already learn to keep ourselves thorned,
imprisoned in that home that'd burn
did the home get burn