| We’re on the city streets, dead of night | |
| A mind to quote through the dark | |
| Blow the thing that surround the street lights | |
| Casting shadows on the walls | |
| Stopping this spell and run for days into the air | |
| We walk the past streets, we’re all alive | |
| Our minds are set to survive | |
| They take me high, and | |
| I’m in lines | |
| But we don’t stand to be confined | |
| By the power of the members of the highest in our chain | |
| We’ll both throw | |
| One night on the run | |
| When chairs will bring you home | |
| One night in the city | |
| When chairs will bring you home | |
| I’m on the path pace and the city rats | |
| We’re gonna break away, we are the warriors | |
| We are the old crops through the bang | |
| Growing up from underground | |
| There’s a cold, winter’s sweeping in | |
| That’s when winter final run | |
| Then the tide shifts from the wind that does our things | |
| But we groan to you | |
| One night on the run | |
| When chairs will bring you home | |
| One night in the city | |
| When chairs will bring you home | |
| I’m on the path pace and the city rats | |
| We’re gonna break away, we are the warriors | |
| We are the warriors |
| We' re on the city streets, dead of night | |
| A mind to quote through the dark | |
| Blow the thing that surround the street lights | |
| Casting shadows on the walls | |
| Stopping this spell and run for days into the air | |
| We walk the past streets, we' re all alive | |
| Our minds are set to survive | |
| They take me high, and | |
| I' m in lines | |
| But we don' t stand to be confined | |
| By the power of the members of the highest in our chain | |
| We' ll both throw | |
| One night on the run | |
| When chairs will bring you home | |
| One night in the city | |
| When chairs will bring you home | |
| I' m on the path pace and the city rats | |
| We' re gonna break away, we are the warriors | |
| We are the old crops through the bang | |
| Growing up from underground | |
| There' s a cold, winter' s sweeping in | |
| That' s when winter final run | |
| Then the tide shifts from the wind that does our things | |
| But we groan to you | |
| One night on the run | |
| When chairs will bring you home | |
| One night in the city | |
| When chairs will bring you home | |
| I' m on the path pace and the city rats | |
| We' re gonna break away, we are the warriors | |
| We are the warriors |
| We' re on the city streets, dead of night | |
| A mind to quote through the dark | |
| Blow the thing that surround the street lights | |
| Casting shadows on the walls | |
| Stopping this spell and run for days into the air | |
| We walk the past streets, we' re all alive | |
| Our minds are set to survive | |
| They take me high, and | |
| I' m in lines | |
| But we don' t stand to be confined | |
| By the power of the members of the highest in our chain | |
| We' ll both throw | |
| One night on the run | |
| When chairs will bring you home | |
| One night in the city | |
| When chairs will bring you home | |
| I' m on the path pace and the city rats | |
| We' re gonna break away, we are the warriors | |
| We are the old crops through the bang | |
| Growing up from underground | |
| There' s a cold, winter' s sweeping in | |
| That' s when winter final run | |
| Then the tide shifts from the wind that does our things | |
| But we groan to you | |
| One night on the run | |
| When chairs will bring you home | |
| One night in the city | |
| When chairs will bring you home | |
| I' m on the path pace and the city rats | |
| We' re gonna break away, we are the warriors | |
| We are the warriors |