Front Row Fire

Dark night's broken glass. I'm stuck inside my head. Music's the only

light that keeps me from the edge. Every scream, every chord,

it cuts right through my skin. Pulls me from the shadows, drags me back

again. Pack my pain in my backpack. Hit the streets, hit the crowd.

Neon and bass collide, my heart's beating loud. I'm front row

fire, nothing's holding me down. Screaming with strangers but I own

this sound. Catch a stick, catch a pick, every spark in my hand.

For a few hours, I'm more than I am. Yeah,