Lyrics

Headlights in my mirror, shine so brightly,
And we're blinded,
But we don't feel a thing,
And we just keep on moving

Can you feel it?
Feel it burn inside?
It brings us down and leaves us open wide
But we still hold on
As we sit alone and face the longest night

Murder on the backstreets
On the TV - to the masses,
Politically correct & so 'in touch'
Let's sit back and watch our cities turn to dust..

Can you feel it?
Feel it burn inside?
It brings us down and leaves us open wide
But we still hold on
As we sit alone and face the longest night