Hurts like heaven

Written in graffiti on the bridge in the park:
"Do you ever get the feeling
that you're missing the mark?
So cold, so cold
So cold, so cold

Written up in marker on a factory sign:
"I struggle with the feeling
that my life isn't mine"
So cold, so cold
So cold, so cold

See the arrow they shot,
trying to tear us apart
Fire from my belly
and the beat for my heart
Still I won't let go
Still I won't let go

You...Uuh...
Cause you do...

Oh you, use your heart as a weapon,
and it hurts like heaven...

Streets and cars, and a pavement of saints,
and at the streets are rising, and you'd rather sing:
"Don't let them take control,
no, we won't let them take control"

Yes, I feel a little bit nervous,
yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax
I'm coming 'round to get us,
I'm coming 'round
when they don't know the facts
So on concrete canvas,
under cover of dark,
concrete canvas
I will make you a mark...
Armed with the spray can soul
I am down with the spray can soul

You...Uhh...
Oh You...Uhh...
Cause You... Use your heart as a weapon,
and it hurts like heaven...

Wohoho
Wohoho

It's true,
When you... Use your heart as a weapon,
and it hurts like heaven...

Hurts like heaven....