BackYard

Painted face in white and black

Undercovers don't turn your back

I could recommend, I could never send, I could never feel, just what is real

Things are getting out of hand, streets aren't safe no one understands

Spent myself ran out of breath, screaming takes its toll my death

Everybody's on the run, everybody better run

Shadows creep around your street

Bottles smashed for your bare feet

Who could I depend, who could I defend, I'd lie and steal, it's the real deal

Can't beat what you've become, living it up claim to be dumb