February 26, 2009
By , Brighton, United Kingdom
Free running over rooftops,
One man flies, another one drops,
Sixteen stories to the fire below,
Where two homeless people bask in the glow,
Beside the body of a burning man,
The warmest they've been since their lives began
Just a baby in the gutters side
They learned to scavenge and learned to hide
Surviving like cockroaches, 'neath the city of kings,
Wondering, fearing, what the sunrise brings.
Staving to death, gorged fit to burst?
In the kingdom of hell the devil comes first.

We're just two stupid kids in apocalypse towns,
Trying our hardest not to drown.
And whenever I dare to dream of bliss,
Wake me up.
'Cause utopia wouldn't be half as interesting as this.

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