Sirens in the street under pressure. [x8]. . Take a step outside of my front door,. It's about 110,. And once again my shoes become concrete.. . Everybody said it's ok,.
I've got a bad connection. It seems there's nothing more that I can do. I've been staring at a wall since noon. There's nothing more that I'm used to.
Looking out through painted windows. Deep-rooted and without a clue. Sets aside all differences and everything he's used to. Takes a walk and the water falls.
Not you!. Not you!. Not you!. Not you!. I'm me not you!. What have I done, and what am I to believe?. Well, not a single thing you're saying to me. I've had enough my friend, and I'm fed up again.
So you say you're on your own. And nothing's going right. Fist to fist and heart to heart. You get back up and fight. . And now.... Your torn like a flag on a battleground.