We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park
‘Do you ever get the feeling that you’re missing the mark?’
It’s so cold, it’s so cold
It’s so cold, it’s so cold

Written up in marker on a factory sign
‘I struggle with the feeling that my life isn’t mine’
It’s so cold, it’s so cold
It’s so cold, it’s so cold

See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart
Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart
Still I won’t let go
Still I won’t let go

Of You
Ooohooh

(…)

Oh you, use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven

On every street, every car, every surface a name
Tonight the streets are ours and we’re writing and saying
‘Don’t let them take control
No, we won’t let them take control’

Yes, I feel a little bit nervous,
Yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax,
How come their out to get us
How come they’re out when they don’t know the facts

So on concrete canvas under cover of dark
On a concrete canvas, I go making my mark
Armed with the spray can soul
I’ll be armed with the spray can soul

You
Ooohooh

Oh, you
Ooohooh

Yes, you
You use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven

Woho-ooh
Woho-oooh

It’s true
When you
Use your heart as a weapon
It hurts like heaven

(Source : metallikato)