The Street Sounds Like کے بول

The street sounds like a monster Grinding its teeth all the time Looking for something to chew on And I'm the only one it can find I'm here down by my bed and Hiding with my breath in my throath Beads of sweat on my forehead It's gonna find me soon I can tell I'm always afraid of things that don't Make sense of me or I'll die Take me back to when I was a child I run around in circles I don't know what to do with myself Thinking oh my God it will blow now If I don't forget about this I need someone to talk to To get my mind out of this But it's too late they're not gonna answer I have to try anyway I'm always afraid of things that don't Make sense of me or I'll die Take me back to when I was a child