Standing on a balcony At one with the concrete beneath me I know nothing of the night Blistering under a cruel light Shone down through cracks in the skyline As I speak circles to you Look at all the moral sin Aren't you sick of taking everything by numbers Taking everything with force Look at the way they pushed us in Tell me you're not sick of your own skin by now And well, I'm lost for words Dragging knives from borrowed backs To see what really holds us back From truth, trust and respect Oh underground, keep me from seeing The sights that set my eyes bleeding And I owe everything to you Look at the way they pushed us in Tell me you're not sick of your own skin by now And well, now I'm lost for words And even if we don't pull through I'll overcome I'll send my thoughts to you