I've walked down the city streets
they can not touch me now
I talked to a man who doesn't

know that I am there
But when I think about it
it's probably better this way

I can turn my view on the invisible few
And they will walk away


I'm marching to the citys beat
I've found my place, my place called home
I'm marching down these dirty streets

I've found my place, my place called home

And down these broken streets

I hear them talk it feels so strange
But when I look around
I sense this fear of change

But when I think about it
it's probably better this way
I can turn my view on the invisible few

And they will walk away

I'm marching to the citys beat

I've found my place, my place called home
I'm marching down these dirty streets
I've found my place, my place called home