Crash / Concrete


Head crash – I can’t see you
Spit teeth – I can hear you
I feel your pounding me onto the street
I’ve learned to know the taste of concrete

Why don’t 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 don’t you follow me?


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