Crash/Concrete

Head crash - I can't see you

Spit teeth - I can hear you

I feel your pounding me onto the street

I've learned to know the taste of concrete

Why don't you follow me?

Street brash - time flies, tick-tock

Eyes flash - feels like electroshock

I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away

I know this marks the end of my hey-day

Why don't you follow me?