Dead
Dead streets
Concrete
Dead streets
Dead

Born on dead street, grew up on bitterness
A message on the pavement, loud and clear
Close yet so far, never learned to inhale
Chasing anything that gets us anywhere
Anywhere
Just take me anywhere

It's the sound of the dead
The sound of the dead streets
The voice of a ghost town
Dead streets
Dead
It's the sound of the dead streets
Bodies to concrete

I'm high above grey skies
Needles and deep cuts, boredom and loneliness
Every yesterday and days before
Light are out now, everything happens tonight
Up on the roof I'm gonna show myself
Take me anywhere, anywhere
Just take me anywhere

It's the sound of the dead
The sound of the dead streets
The voice of a ghost town
Dead streets
Dead
It's the sound of the dead streets
Bodies to concrete
I'm high above grey skies