There's No Place

The path is alien and ugly,
Paved a cowardly hue.
And it’s swarming with little men
With serious faces
And candy in their hands.

But still I follow it
Mindlessly, ruthlessly
Towards the city
Which glows the same color
As her jealous hide.

I’ve got to get out of here
Cause she’s tracking me.
With opiates and primates,
And cleaning supplies.

But I’m too breathless
To be baffled by her methods.
And too afraid,
And brain fried,
And broken hearted.

And I’m not getting far,
Because these shoes are pretty,
But they hurt like fuck.