Can't Lie - Birds In Row

This city is made of a million trips and I’m a runner

I’ve whipped the blood out of my elbows

And cooled down my lungs

For every scar on my knees

A piece of its sidewalks wonders if it still hurts

You know it still hurts

Once I’ll be tired, I’ll probably run away

But I know these streets still have got something for me

Under the gray ground the grass suffocates

And never makes it to the surface

I know the feeling (too well)

Like fighting with your own shadows

There’s no way to escape from the poison running through your veins

The pavements taught us the way we are walking

Alone, among seas of men and oceans of clowns

I’m keeping the circus away, just for a minute

Count on me, I’ll bury

What makes me feel like the other

Cowards, bastards, To yourself you can’t lie

You can’t forget the greener grass that keeps your head away from here

And the numerous scars, as many reminders that this city kills us in the end

We suffocate and make do with gasping for air

This castle ain’t home, these sidewalks ain’t home

This city will kill me in the end, there ain’t no comfortable death