Head crash - I canīt see you
Spit teeth - I can hear you
I feel your pounding me onto the street
Iīve learned to know the taste of concrete
Why donīt you follow me?
Street brash - time flies, tick-tock
Eyes flash - feels like electroshock
I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away
I know this marks the end of my hey-day
Why donīt you follow me?
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