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?