"I beg of you Sir,

I just need to get out of here,

Away from this city,

that grows souls,

like anti-abortions.

Leave the unmentionables,

to those that aren't us:

them that are indifferent,

to this Hell.

I see it in your eyes Sir, you see,

The oppression is a rope round your wings too.

I know that you die as grudgingly as me.

It ain't too late for us...I love you.

And I know it Sir, we could be happy.

If we break through the sky, drown in the blue.

Just take me away from this sick little city."