Fatally yours through a shit storm of hate,
handfuls of pocket nothing’s thrown in your face,
a pain in the arse,
a slap in the nuts,
reverberated something’s,
another death in our street,
we call for a signature of design,
a building undone,
mankind with one skin,
flesh of your flesh,
drink for tomorrow,
sleep today,
for this place ain’t our home anymore..