This city is a dog fight, late night, at the weekend
A broken arrow with my eyes down and my head bent, I was walking
In a world of plastic souls, where money rules, give me meaning
Say the scars on my back are a constellation map, I need meaning

Didn’t I warn you of this world of ours?
Now they’re crawling out the woodwork and spoiling all the flowers
And all my time, picking out the bones for you
But I’ll stall them

I wanna walk with the brave, give me a good day, I wanna feel human
I wanna sing in a crowd, I wanna live now, I wanna feel human
I wanna crawl up the classroom walls and free fall from the ceiling
I don’t wanna live in a cartoon war zone, I wanna feel human

Didn’t I warn you of this world of ours?
Now they’re crawling out the woodwork and spoiling all the flowers
And all my time, picking out the bones for you
But I’ll stall them