Born into this place
my life will soon become a waste
all you do is wait to die

cover my eyes so i can't see
and burn my thoghts internally

when i try to speak
words come out but the meaning is weak
just more sounds that fill the street

cover my eyes so i can't see
and burn my thoughts internally
block my ears so i can't hear
sounds were never so crystal sclear
what lies further down the street
lost souls their home concrete
it doesn't really matter when there's nowhere else to go
why paint a picture when there's no one else to show