McGrady - Hotel 248

I’m sorry my kin
This is the end

Two hundred stories in the air
Too many stories in the air
Too many worries to care
Got too many worries to care
Two hundred stories
Too many stories
Too many worries
Got too many worries
Horizon eating up the sun
Mind is bleeding, getting numb
Fighting my fears, will they ever end
Wiping my tears, with a Benjamin
This is dystopia
My ancestors phobias
Bottles we open up
MDMA for lonely ones
Mama said how you holding up
Told her I’m done growing up
Told her I need to know what was
I need to know what happened to us

Two hundred stories in the air
Too many stories in the air
Too many worriеs to care
Got too many worries to care
Two hundrеd stories
Too many stories
Too many worries
Got too many worries

We destroyed our own planet
One million people left, the North Pole, we stranded
Two hundred forty eight stories, made out of granite
Two hundred forty eight stories, you hear from granny
Back in two thousand and eighty nine
The average temperature was one hundred and eighty five
Governments collapsed, watch the ocean rise
A baby cries as eight billion people die
Generational suicide
Blood rains from the bluest skies
It became a do or die
Couldn’t tell the difference between truth and lies
Two hundred stories in the air
Too many stories in the air
Too many worries to care
Got too many worries to care
Two hundred stories
Too many stories
Too many worries
Got too many worries

I set fire to those baby blue eyes
I set fire to those baby blue eyes
I set fire to those baby blue eyes
I set fire to those baby blue eyes