Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park
Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark
It's so cold, so cold, it's so cold, so cold
Written up in marker on a factory sign

I [bad word] with the feeling that my life isn't mine
It's so cold, so cold, it's so cold, so cold
See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart
Took the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart

Still I won't let go, still I won't let go
You, yes, you do
Oh you, use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven

On every street, every car, every surface are names
And now the streets arise and we're writing the same
Don't let them take control
No, we won't let them take control

Yes, I feel a little bit nervous
Yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax [bad word] they're out to get us [bad word] they're out when they don't know the facts

So on a concrete canvas under cover of dark
On a concrete canvas I go making my mark
Armed with the spray can soul
I'll be armed with the spray can soul

You, oh you 'cause you use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven whoa, whoa, it's [bad word] When you use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven and it hurts like heaven