Standing on a balcony
At one with the concrete beneath me
I know nothing of the night
Blistering under a cruel light
Shone down through cracks in the skyline
As I speak circles to you
Look at all the moral sin
Aren't you sick of taking everything by numbers
Taking everything with force
Look at the way they pushed us in
Tell me you're not sick of your own skin by now
And well, I'm lost for words
Dragging knives from borrowed backs
To see what really holds us back
From truth, trust and respect
Oh underground, keep me from seeing
The sights that set my eyes bleeding
And I owe everything to you
Look at the way they pushed us in
Tell me you're not sick of your own skin by now
And well, now i'm lost for words
And even if we don't pull through
I'll overcome
I'll send my thoughts to you