Greymare City by Kieran Conaway Lyrics

Cloaked roadrunner
Slowly stood me off the street
Lowly preacher of night
Pulled his hood down, kept it low-key
Gone on K2, maybe meth

These citizens all look insane
You may not believe in the decay
But those who leave all seem to stay far away

Smoke and mirrors
I've known only broken souls
Roasted desert of minds
With their morals in a hemp bag
Paying service to themselves

Stoned roadrunners
Disown me for all my sins
All I did was begin
To peel away from all that ails them
No onе came to my defensе
This village is not what she was
You may not believe in the decay
But those who leave all seem to stay far away