Loneliness - Aking, Ghetto Vibes, Lwazi

We own our loneliness

We scream at the stars

Like gaping wounds

Stinking up the emergency room

Tar arteries from the heart of this city

To the deeps of our greed

We’re patients in waiting

Our machines rust

But lipstick stays behind

On borrowed time we reinvent the divine

A recycled infection

I’ve grown immune to grace

There’s just too much of it

Going around these days

We rent our vacant lives

But we own our loneliness

We punch at the stars

Like drunken buffoons

Thrashing through imaginary living rooms

We surgically remove the heart of this city

And polute the remains

We’re patients in waiting

Our machines rust

But lipstick stays behind

On borrowed time we reinvent the divine

A recycled infection

I’ve grown immune to grace

There’s just too much of it

Going around these days

We rent our vacant lives

But we own our loneliness

I’ve grown immune to grace

There’s just too much of it

Going around these days

We rent our vacant lives

We own our loneliness

We own our loneliness

We ruin romance

We yearn for acceptance

But we own our loneliness