We close these doors to the lock In the room of two, me and my demon I'm taking a deep breath And it definitely won't save you And it definitely won't save you Hanging on the home, hey Ignoring the attempts of the cold I confess to the love of music On the beaten streets of the city On the beaten streets of the city On the beaten streets of the city Again, you are to blame In my head these thoughts sound You are to blame Again, you are to blame In my head these thoughts sound You are to blame We burn, if the smoke, if the look If you, if in tact, wait I lose control because of the hustle and bustle We burn, if the smoke, if the look If you, if in tact, wait I lose control because of the hustle and bustle We burn You pour me again That they don't mean anything But I feel the trick, but I feel the trick I learned differently, but with you I still need it otherwise You are not alone now, boy I'm taking a deep breath Hanging on the home, hey Ignoring the attempts of the cold I confess to the love of music On the beaten streets of the city On the beaten streets of the city On the beaten streets of the city City City City You are to blame, you are to blame In my head these thoughts sound We burn, if the smoke, if the look If you, if in tact, wait I lose control because of the hustle and bustle We burn, if the smoke, if the look If you, if in tact, wait I lose control because of the hustle and bustle We burn