An imaginary city, a room filled with confetti.
A space for graffiti, is in my mind already.
An imaginary city, where there will be no committee,
For that people should feel pity, as they have forgotten the real meaning of humanity.
An imaginary city, where we won't have anxiety,
From even a single entity, and no one with crudity.
An imaginary city, a room filled with confetti.
A space for graffiti, is in my mind already.