Slowly the sunlight is built from a rustic horizon
Manufactured for disaster
Igniting fires faster
Chorus
Bite your tongue, you sound so shitty
I run these streets and rock this city
I filled this mold with heart and soul
Your sad excuses are getting so old
So old, so old, so old
Fragile and filthy, comes crawling across from the sidewalk
She is mangled, flesh is tangled
Black and blue from being strangled
Chorus
Bite your tongue, you sound so shitty
I run these streets and rock this city
I filled this mold with heart and soul
Your sad excuses are getting so old
So old, so old, so old
Make me, take me, fuck me now
I've got this city in the palm of my hands
Chorus
Bite your tongue, you sound so shitty
I run these streets and rock this city
I filled this mold with heart and soul
Your sad excuses are getting so old
So old, so old, so old
Chorus
Bite your tongue, you sound so shitty
I run these streets and rock this city
I filled this mold with heart and soul
Your sad excuses are getting so old
So old, so old, so old
Chorus
Bite your tongue, you sound so shitty
I run these streets and rock this city
I filled this mold with heart and soul
Your sad excuses are getting so old
So old, so old, so old