Saul Bazley - Concrete

you see it but you dont know
killers kisses
cut into the concrete

youre acting like a little child
living as if all is but another crime

the rush of blood
the crashing screens
no leaves
no dirt
the concretes killing this town

ive been to where it used to be
nothings the same
the concretes killing this town

fibroid moss
on perspex sheets
wind worn chrome
and engine heat
dashboard drones
of rotting meat
die cast kids
on empty streets