text: Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park
  Do you ever get the feeling that you’re missing the mark?
  Its so cold, its so cold
  Its so cold, its so cold
  Written up in marker on a factory sign:
  I struggle with the feeling that my life isn’t mine
  Its so cold, its so cold
  Its so cold, its so cold
  See the arrow they shot trying to tear us apart
  Took 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
  Cause you do
  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 em take control
  No, we won’t let em take control
  Yes, I feel a little bit nervous
  Yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax
  How come they’re out to get us?
  How come they’re out when they don’t know the facts?
  So on a concrete canvas under cover of dark
  On a concrete canvas, I’ll go making my mark
  Armed with a spray can soul
  I’ll be armed with a spray can soul
  And you
  Oh, you
  Cause you use your heart as a weapon
  And it hurts like heaven
  Ohh oh, ohh oh
  Yeah, its true
  When you use your heart as a weapon
  Then it hurts like heaven
  Oh, it hurts like heaven