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 struggle 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 How come they're out to get us How come 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 true When you use your heart as a weapon And it hurts like heaven and it hurts like heaven