With headphones on the streets are silenced
 Cars hum along to [bad word] the quiet
 You learn a lot about a place when you see it without a sun
 You search for a shred of innocence but realize there is none

 The open gutters collecting water
 The unbreathable air we're all aware
 You learn a lot about a place when you see it for what it is
 It loses it feel of mystery and any hope that it can

 GIVE ME REASON NOT TO JUST START SCREAMING OUT LOUD

 You can't convince me
 What I want and what I need are separate things

 All those distractions they'll beg us to stay
 We'll give new meaning [bad word] away