Hit the ground and [bad word] 
Around the streets where you grew up 
Try at best to feel something 
Show me when I'm outta luck 

Bones of stone pierce the water 
I've got time on my shoulders 
Here tonight we cross the border 
That divides us and ourselves 

It's strange how I still feel nothing 
It's strange I feel so undercut 
I kick my leg and I surface for air 
I'll show you when I'm outta luck 

Bones of stone pierce the water 
I've got time on my shoulders 
Here tonight we cross the border 
That divides us and ourselves 

Bones of stone 
Bones outgrown 
All that's left is us, us and ourselves 

Hit the ground and [bad word] 
Around the streets where you grew up 
Make a sound write a story you can tell 
For us, for us and ourselves