violent pretty
<>my broken-hearted pretty
my violent jersey city
you sit by the sea
and pay for your beauty with blood
your strength is not in some feigned story
but in a real and stronger glory
however
the tunnels spit out the devil
revealing him upon your dimly lit streets
the devil is here
he is here
to fuel the blunt force drama
he is here
to add insult to the trauma
eyes never dry in a violent city
the money floods in
but flows out and then
my broken-hearted pretty
explodes again
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