"I beg of you Sir,
I just need to get out of here,
Away from this city,
that grows souls,
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."