For centuries past, cat and mouse games last Colosseum walls have since crumbled down, But a similar scenario ceased to abound Like lions prepared for slaughter, to bring a Christian down. The arena took over and became downtown A new sport, a new victim, woman walks down street. Hunted like game, and treated as meat With cat-like arched spine, She balances tightrope. Paranoia settles in , her desert dry throat Avoids cracks in sidewalks, like vacuums to hell. On cold concrete, she walks on eggshells Honked at, poked at, put on display In every downtown, on every day. Around the corner a falcon spots prey Of an appetizing meal, he'll catch today Footsteps quicken, while darkness thickens The unsteady pace turns into an unfair race. Cracking egg shells she's spilling yolk tears Oh, God it happens now cold with fear Pinned to the ground dirty hands smother sound Of spine chilling screams, but no- one's around. Ten years from now, a tear will trickle down Awaiting to thaw, her icicle frown Spitting like fire, she'll shatter stainglass And pick up the pieces to mend her past Inside a scar remains, past wounds heal her pain Her past wounds built, strength They prepared her to fight The streets are hers too She takes back the night.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
