47 Street - 50 Street
The men, these men have built through me, on me and around be so that I am a prisoner, captive inside of me. Unable to breathe the air or play with the water like I did in my youth. They drained the blood out of my veins so that they could use them to travel in. The subway they call it. Every time one of those trains passing throught me, tickling my stomach as it whizzes by.