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