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DJ A.I. Featuring Iron Lung - This City

DJ A.I. gets Iron Lung to lace an instrumental for his upcoming Neo Gotham project featuring Atari Blitzkrieg, Phil G, Random and more! Coming soon thanks to Godsendant. Neo Gotham is a concept EP about a post apocalyptic NY and it's twisted super hero's Lung chose to base his track of his favorite character, Spawn. Lyrics: If I could I'd set the city on fire, set it ablaze, cross my arms and watch the poison weeds wilt and decay. The populous turns to ash, at least they understand that I am just a shell of what was once considered a man, but now forever stuck between eternal damnation and a life of always longing for the attachments that I've lost. And even if I reach them, as I extend my hand it all evaporates the second that our wires come to cross. I stand permanently guarded, on sporadic vigil, hoping to recover all the pieces of my sanity. And yet I find that often what is now habitual has driven me further from the edges of reality. Talk about a bad day, betrayed, raw deal, short end of the stick; and the irony is this, even after I was duped and signed over my soul I still forgot to read the fucking fine print. Where's a lawyer when I need one, and not corrupt, preferably one this city ain't chewed up and spit back out, unleashed on the streets with huge sack of shit where his heart used to be. Everyone is calloused, spineless or a victim or aimlessly alive looking for a bit of peace. Every day is harder, I can hear the night screaming, the city grinds its teeth as it waits just for me I hate this city: It festers and it rots and its evil at the core and my actions are for not I love this city: though they never stop, I'm still holding on to the morals that they lost What a petty emotion, and the cause of it all, I don't even recall all the terms of the deal. All I know is the more I count the days and the more I use my powers, the worse that I feel. But the more I remember, the more I regret every choice I made that lead up to the end. The more angry that I get, the more the power surges and the less time I have to fight off all the urges. So I stay in the shadows until I got it sorted out, when the headache goes away and the images are clear. I adjust to the fear that I still don't know the truth about everything that happened or the reasons that I'm here. I 'ma take it all back, I'm taking back the night for myself and for my past and for the city and the lights because this city's a vampire she'll eat your kids swallow them whole and lick her lips. I hate this city: It festers and it rots and its evil at the core and my actions are for not I love this city: though they never stop, I'm still holding on to the morals that they lost The feeling is mutual in the fact it's lopsided, I can hear the cries for help even when I shut my eyelids. So much for a second chance to finish off my life, all I really get to choose is the second way I die. Running till I slip I got hell on my heels trying to claim what might belong within its treacherous meals. Meaning it may not be long before they conquer and steal what I have worked so hard to transpose into real opportunity. Double or nothing, this is the last chance I got to make something. If the city opens up just to swallow down my soul, while I burn in hell I will never let you go.