This city is made of a million trips and I'm a runner
I've whipped the blood out of my elbows
And cooled down my lungs

For every scar on my knees
A piece of its sidewalks wonders if it still hurts
You know it still hurts
Once I'll be tired, I'll probably run away
But I know these streets still have got something for me

Under the gray ground the grass suffocates
And never makes it to the surface
I know the feeling (too well)
Like fighting with your own shadows

There's no way to escape from the poison running through your veins

The pavements taught us the way we are walking
Alone, among seas of men and oceans of clowns
I'm keeping the circus away, just for a minute
Count on me, I'll bury
What makes me feel like the other
Cowards, bastards, To yourself you can't lie

You can't forget the greener grass that keeps your head away from here
And the numerous scars, as many reminders that this city kills us in the end
We suffocate and make do with gasping for air
This castle ain't home, these sidewalks ain't home
This city will kill me in the end, there ain't no comfortable death