Not same as before, locked down no escape
Your heard hurts hard, throbs in straight
Rescue you from roads of pain
Grime in the back of your brain break gla** just to feel sane
It's alright to see our lives pa** you by
Over you we step on gla** with broken teeth
It's so true, empty bottles and lust tattoos
New punk tombs
Mains a street of shame and hastings a waste of life
Broadway take the eastbound to 1342