There's a difference between you and me
If you haven't seen, you never will
Anger and hatred, punctuated with cheap thrills
The push and the pull of the streets
The cold kiss of the concrete
No-one cares if you live or die, only concerned about their own dime
People lie wasting away, awaiting the end of days
Poverty, Squalor, It's all there
Sometimes it is too much to bear
Can't stop moving, can't stop pushing
The push, and the pull, of the streets
The cold kiss of the concrete
Gotta slow down, gotta find release
Feels like I'm getting paid to die
Feels like I'm rushing towards my own demise