Streets

[Intro]
Surrounded by monuments
A challenging environment
Engulfed by a testament
With ambiguous sentiment
Settled from morality
The darkest fantasy
The darkest fantasy

[Chorus]
If these streets could speak
What would they say?
What would they say?
I'm listening
Don't look away

[Verse]
A need for or better yet
I'm looking, looking for the change, yeah
It's gonna be seismic
Cataclysm on the horizon
Critical generation
We're gonna hear the caged birds sing again
She will spread her wings
And find her freedom

[Chorus]
If thеse streets could speak (What would they say?)
What would thеy say?
What would they say?
Don't look away

[Post-Chorus]
Surrounded by monuments
Disembodied from my environment
Looking for a true way, representation

[Outro]
What would they say?
What would they say?