Cheap Thrills

sleaze, hate, the city never sleeps.

the feeling of danger to never miss a beat.

the thought of violence, the pleasure that it hides ever sick thought enough to turn and make you die.

in the shadows, there seems to be no hope.

in this world, it's hard to cope.

every cheap thrill catered by a smiling face.

trapped in your own world you're safe.

it's hard to live a life with a back you cannot turn.

a life of the streets, at school you didn't learn everything haunts you hidden from your sight at the end of the tunnel there's no light.