I feel the heat
Concrete
There's a crack
Running
Down my street
When it opens
We've arrived
Fever pitch under
The fresh night sky

Concrete
It's all crumbling
And obsolete
Those old roots are creeping
Water and blood
They're drinking

Fire and grief
Burning up
My cold feet

Hold your place
Stand your ground
When the walls
Come Tumbling down

Concrete
Lies are crumbling
Under your feet
Those cold
Eyes are wandering
They see the truth
Is coming

Powers that be
Spray paint gold
My cold feet

Hard as ice
Cold as steel
Poured and molded
And congealed
Doesn't matter
Doesn't care
When your plunging
Through the cold night air