My Body is a Skyscraper

My body is a skyscraper

Yeah you heard me right

It’s 6 miles high and made of glass

To stand out in the night


My body is a skyscraper 

With legs of stainless steel

Holding up my giant frame

Made bigger with each meal


My body is a skyscraper

With metal in my teeth

With bloody tongue and broken lips

That make the devil weep


My body is a skyscraper

No plane can take me down

My chest is full of bullet shells

And my hair, a golden crown


My body is a skyscraper

I whisper to myself

And if you want to tear me down

You’ll need an army’s help

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