Theatre of Tragedy - Crash/Concrete

Musique (2000) track 8 Head crash - I can’t see you Spit teeth - I can hear you I feel your pounding me onto the street I’ve learned to know the taste of concrete Why don’t you follow me? Street brash - time flies, tick-tock Eyes flash - feels like electroshock I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away I know this marks the end of my hey-day Why don’t you follow me?