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, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's 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, it's so cold
It's so cold, it's so cold

See the arrow they shot, trying to tear us apart
Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart
Still I won't let go
Still I won't let go

Of you-ooh-ooh

'Cause you do

Oh you, use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven

On every street, every car, every surface are names
Tonight the streets are ours and we're writing the same
Don't let 'em take control
No we won't let 'em 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 concrete canvas under cover of dark
C'mon, concrete canvas; I'll go making my mark
Armed with a spray can soul
I'll be armed with a spray can soul

You-ooh-ooh

Oh, you-ooh-ooh

'Cause you
Use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven

Woah-oh-ooh 
Woah-oh-ooh

Yeah it's [bad word] When you
Use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven

Oh, it hurts like heaven

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh