These streets are in distress Another urban mess Building stabbing skies The clouds suffocate A night out on the piss A bottle to your face Dealers on every corner A town full of rape It's hard to be proud of somewhere that's already dead This is hell on earth but I still call it home As the skies turn black and the same fucking faces rise Nothing seems to change The taste of blood in my mouth My hood goes up My eyes go down Welcome home? As the skies turn black and the same fucking faces rise Nothing seems to change These streets are in distress Another urban mess Pavements soaked in blood The violence repeats Strangers with guilty eyes Pathetic excuse of life Fighting fucking turf wars A town full of hate The same fucking faces walking the streets Hearts as cold as stone Welcome home? As the skies turn black and the same fucking faces rise Nothing seems to change