(left)

The community is sick and the community is blind, yeah. 

And it's colder than poland and the sun is not shining here;

And we're tangled in the shit of each other's ruined affairs;

And half of us are faking, and the other half is tired and scared... 

(right)

Please believe in labour and hope and joy;

'Cause like a little boy, i have destroyed hope and joy;

And lately i dream about angels with molotovs;

And nightly they fist me, wrists like tender trucks... 


These hands could've moved mountains