wow the street

Yeah, the street, when it's glued to your ass, It makes you spin like crazy, makes you lose your sight. It pushes you, it wears you down, it refuses to let you out, Yeah, the street, you end up on your knees and even on your ass. Yeah, the street, it drives you mad It devours your soul, spits you in the hole Yeah, the street, it's chaos everywhere You think you control it, but it's the street that's playing

Yeah, the street, it grabs you like a lasso, Takes you to the end of chaos, nothing sweet beneath the skin. It makes you dance on hot coals, barefoot, Every sideways glance is an unexpected duel. In the shadows, the street whispers bitter truths Icy cobblestones, frozen hearts, iron gazes Under the bleeding neon lights, misery is illuminated Broken dreams pile up, like dust, like hell She takes your hand, whispers promises to you But inside her, it's war, no tenderness Souls fade, drowned in distress The days repeat themselves, the nights leave weaknesses [Bridge]

She makes you dance on embers, barefoot, Every sidelong glance is an unexpected duel.

It's a labyrinth with no exit, A trap where the light is forgotten.

Yeah, the street, when it's glued to your ass, It makes you spin like crazy, makes you lose your sight. It pushes you, it wears you down, it refuses to let you out, Yeah, the street, you end up on your knees and even on your ass. Yeah, the street, it drives you mad It devours your soul, spits you in the hole Yeah, the street, it's chaos everywhere You think you control it, but it's the street that's playing

Childhood dreams are buried in the filth Every corner an ambush, every step a threat

Sirens wail, cries pierce the mist, Shadows dance, the walls sweat with bitterness. Every alley is a theater, a continuous drama, The asphalt swallows ill-conceived dreams. Cries echo, echoes of a fading life Sidewalks marked, scars that overwhelm Childhood dreams buried in filth Every corner an ambush, every step a threat Silhouettes pass, furtive in the night Deals exchanged, laughter fleeting Concrete as witness, in the rain The street embraces you, but silently suffocates you

She is a queen without a crown, A throne made of concrete, that clashes.

Yeah, the streets, when they're glued to your ass, They push you, they wear you down, they refuse to let you out, Yeah, the streets, you end up on your knees, even on your ass.

Yeah, the streets, when they're glued to your ass, They make you spin like crazy, make you lose your sight. They push you, they wear you down, they refuse to let you out, Yeah, the streets, you end up on your knees, even on your ass. Yeah, the streets, they drive you crazy They devour your soul, spit in your face Yeah, the streets, it's chaos everywhere You think you control them, but they're the ones playing