In the city's cold embrace, neon lights flicker,
Concrete jungle where dreams grow thicker.
Towers of steel pierce the smoky sky,
A symphony of sirens as the night draws night.
In the alleys where shadows dance,
Lost souls seeking a second chance.
The city breathes with a heart of stone,
Echoes of loneliness, a silent moan.
Echoes of loneliness, a silent moan.
Oh, the cold and callous city streets,
Where the heartbeat of hope quietly beats.
Graffiti tales on the subway walls,
In the sullen silence, the city calls.
Oh, the cold and callous city streets,
Where the heartbeat of hope quietly beats.
Graffiti tales on the subway walls,
In the sullen silence, the city calls.
Faces masked, emotions concealed,
Strangers pass, never truly revealed.
The rhythm of footsteps on the pavement,
footsteps on the pavement,
A silent anthem of urban enslavement.
In the glow of the freakin streetlight,
Whispers of stories lost in the night.
The city's heartbeat, a distant drum,
In the search for warmth, yet feeling numb.
In the search for warmth, yet feeling numb.
Oh, the cold and callous city streets,
Where the heartbeat of hope quietly beats.
Graffiti tales on the subway walls,
In the sullen silence, the city calls.
Oh, the cold and callous city streets,
Where the heartbeat of hope quietly beats.
Graffiti tales on the subway walls,
In the sullen silence, the city calls.