Sirens ver 2

PART I — The Vision

Flash in my eyes,
Color in my sole.
Smoke in the air,
Taste of metal on my lips — I’m gunna spit.

Sound in and out, I fell out.
Time is in the flames — it’s all the same.
I can’t complain,
When I’m needed in the flames.

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PART II — The Street Scene

Sittin in the ambulance,
Staring down the street.
Taxis to the left,
Scooters to the right.

Cars all around,
Six rigs down,
In a city full of people,
Fillin the streets like flood waters.

Creepin in between,
Strangers all the same.
Unnoticed, noticed in the game,
I can’t really complain.

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PART III — The Calling (Hook)

I’m really only needed in the flames,
Needed in the flames — yeah, needed in the flames.
City call my name when the sirens sound the same,
Needed in the flames — yeah, needed in the flames.

City call my name when the sirens sound the same.

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