walking on the cross roads walking on my way home crossing my finger and go looking for a way out looking for a way to go loo I'm chocking on the beat while the clock running after me. this concrete jungle chockes me walking on the street is what I need to get free on a mission to find the true essence of the world no word can explain the imposure of the torture of my blown mind never mind Claus I don't care never mind cause it's not fair looking for a way out looking for a way to go outside this world there are our worlds cross roads cross my fingers and go lurking on the floor my main core looking to score