Walking in the middle of the road,
Cars drive by silently,
The only sound comes from my nervous breath,
I can feel the spiders crawling under my skin,
They make my flesh itch and yearn for a better body.

There's no streetlights,
Only street fights,
No one loves another one,
When will all of this be done?

The road dips down into a soundless home,
I recognize the old pictures of that girl I never was,
"Why do you doubt me?" I ask the tired woman in front of me,
She won't respond, She knows she knows me better than myself.

There's no streetlights,
Only street fights,
No one loves another one,
When will all of this be done?

Cars begin to swerve and crash alongside me,
I'm running now, don't have a destination in mind,
All I know is that I need to get new flesh,
Things that shouldn't be there, are there.

There's no streetlights,
Only street fights,
No one loves another one,
When will all of this be done?