it's echo-ing on both my ears
city nights and bright lights
roaring the whole block
don't you pretend everything's alright
when you could obviously see
we fall out, like the seasons
we were all stolen (high and dry)
neck deep, rise with the haunting eyes
we were all stolen (bit by bit)
neck deep, fall with the cold stare
cold heat inside my mind
stories from the past, what turned us into
lies your teacher brought you up in
these raging streets will always live
as long as we keep on forgetting them
they will never be truly die
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