Living up in the city where green is so priceless.

Vision goggles in my face, what I see is a crime scene, concrete walls.

Life is a castle in the air, but we are out to love.

Emojis and plastical wears, we don’t know what’s above and

Axes in gold, silver pairs, did you find what you were hoping down in this valley?

Down, down, down.

We’ve been lost in a dream where mirage is a sweetened cold.

At a lost and found, empty body + abandoned home. (You’ll never find me at all.)

You and your damn friends know nothing about us.

Concrete Valley is nothing _____ love.

You are one of a kind, used to be grade ‘A’.

Dead city of ashes, you downgraded.

(A valley of bones that’s dead and gone.)

Jealousy plugging deep down in our roots.

Discriminations are tags of the youth.

A pool of fake plastic trees, counting up numbers are what’s all about.

We’ve been lost in a dream where mirage is a sweetened cold.

At a lost and found, empty body + abandoned home. (You’ll never find me at all.)

You and your damn friends know nothing about us.

Concrete Valley is nothing _____ love.