Stuntman (Mind the Crack x Metal Monkey Remix)

[singer A] Mind the crack... Watch the floor... The world is turning, the lines are drawn Wait for the break of a different dawn Mind the crack... Watch the floor... Soon the poor will be at your door... [transition] [singer B] Scuffed alloy scrapes the gritty street below The rasp of lungs commands the rhythmic flow Darkness curls between the bricks so tight He carves his path into the city epic lights Welded pipes against his trembling frame Where movement ends and nerves ignite the flame [singer A] You who have so much, you who were born with everything Can you see any difference between day and night Have you ever struggled, have you ever suffered Can you see any inequality between darkness and light [instrumental] [singer B] He's the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity's a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight [singer A] Do you really know the difference between true and false Haven't you ever noticed that the crack is growing and growing Mind the crack... Watch the floor... When you live protected behind secure and safe walls [melodic interlude] [singer B] Cold machinery breathes just like his own A king of rusted corners all alone One sharp spin turns the world around No audience Just shadows on the ground [singer A] The world is turning, the lines are drawn Wait for the break of a different dawn Mind the crack... Watch the floor... Soon the poor will be at your door... BANG, BANG, BANG [transition] [singer B] The back-wheel spins a secret in the air A silent dance where no one stands to stare He’s the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain [singer A] Your path to the top leads straight down to hell for others Lift your gaze, try to understand, that's your clue The world is turning, the lines are drawn Wait for the break of a different dawn Mind the crack... Watch the floor... Soon the poor will be at your door... [instrumental] [singer B] Turning steel into a map of functional pain Gravity is a chain that he breaks just to feel the height A sudden flash of silver in the middle of the night Etching circles in the air with a calculated grace Writing stories with his tires across the urban space [singer A] Mind the crack... mind the crack... Watch the floor... watch the floor... Soon the poor will be at your door... Mind the crack... Watch the floor... Mind the crack... Watch the floor... [melodic transition] [singer B] He’s the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity’s a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight [singer A] Do you feel the Hawk's gaze on your back A shadow creeping where your conscience should sleep The sky is a mirror reflecting the cracks In the promises buried, in the secrets they keep [transition] [singer B] Cold machinery breathes just like his own A king of rusted corners all alone One sharp spin turns the world around No audience just shadows on the ground [singer A] Big words, big lies are heard from the Hawks Carried on winds that were stolen from ghosts They build monuments out of the stones of our talk While drowning the truth on the jaggedest coasts [instrumental] [singer B] He’s the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity’s a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight in the pouring rain