Besedila: Theatre Of Tragedy. Musique. Crash/Concrete.

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?