Greg Holden. Choking On The Concrete. Zeneszám

Sorry I?m not out tonight, my pockets feel like old
I?ve got nothing I can offer you as I sit here in the cold
And it?s a story I?ve been telling for longer than I know
Where did all my riches go

An inquest I am scared of cause I don?t want to know
And I?ve been walking off my worries
Hoping they won?t follow me round and round and round
But they always find me, and I said why won?t you leave me alone
Why won?t you leave me alone

I?m terrified of answers so I choose just not to ask
Surely everything is easier when you leave it in the past
And I know that I won?t be waking almost every single night
Dripping wet with deep regret locked in this sadness fight

And I am falling faster to the ground
Punched at every corner with my arms securely bound
And I am waiting for existence to hold me by the hand
Explain that all?s not lost for me and make me understand that I am free
Make me understand that I am free
Make me understand that I am free
Make me understand that I am free
Make me understand

My panic gets the upper hand as it tackles with my breath
And I can see this is no playground fight it?s a battle to the death
And I am choking on the concrete with my face pressed to the floor
The bastards won?t defeat me, can?t you hear me scream for more

And I am falling faster to the ground
Punched at every corner with my arms securely bound
And I am waiting for existence to hold me by the hand
Explain that all?s not lost for me and make me understand that I am free
Make me understand that I am free
Make me understand that I am free
Make me understand that I am free
Make me understand


(Thanks to Ally for these lyrics)