Mirror

The only ones I've ever loved all live within this neighborhood And I don't think I'll ever leave The only ones I've ever loved all live within this neighborhood Sometimes I watch them fight to breathe The only ones I've ever loved all live within this neighborhood Sometimes they press the steel to me The only ones I've ever loved all live within this neighborhood They feel so far away from me Going home and hope to sleep in heat in peace and hiding out Limping off the train, the rain will follow me, it's beating down First day off the sticks, the bricks and accident broke me 18 Weeks of their assists and now I'm solo and slowly Going blind inside a firing fight and fog in the field Passed by a guy that's high and trying to find a light in his chains Pushed round the corner, stared to no light air and shadow of safety I feel these legs are trying to break me as the dark air takes me The pounding sound of ground around the corner is closing The chosen path I'm walking might just be the end of the road And turn my head and catch the silver shining blade in his hand Wipe out stain and I ram on with my legs in the sand It's a batted up man with life and death in his veins And then he calls out my name, double barrel his saying They called full name, whole name, surname and all I swear the cold and the bold steel was screaming to call Paddy Point man, scabby joints man, happy slappy Stabbing, always bragging what's the point, man? I've known them all, I've seen them fall, I hear your call, man I know you're fearing fury and you're lacking hope and light, man Paddy Point man, scabby joints man Happy slappy stabbing, always bragging what's the point? We shoot pool in the same club, walk to work in the same street Chat shit in the same pub and sink pints in the same seat This place is alive with all the lies before the tragedy They still speak to me casually, but I'll never share it I'm cold, but I care It's old, but I'll bear it Some pain never fades, it just appears in new ways This place is alive with all the lives before the tragedy They still speak to me casually and I pretend I don't hear it I'm cold, but I care I'm told I have to spare it The drone of constant scroll is just too much to bear and it's... Bitchin' stared at my feet Bitchin' stared at my feet Bad decisions lead to a belief that creeps its way into your soul Like some cold black hole that sweeps Away every defeat that lingered on you This is not the place I belong Not the place I grew up on Black short crunch squeezing the life and lungs out of the middle Grounds in the shadow of borrowed Time on the trash heap of authority Priority boarding to anywhere the fuck else Shelf yourself for a moment and pay the extra score for fuck all more This kip a bubbling mess, depressed and depleted and half sedated And many of us are miseducated Inflated by a hate-filled rhetoric with ideologues influencing the City's sprogs like gods automating Our cells out of jobs and I'm guilty All filthy Seems like no love can fill me No other place can thrill me Still I choose to plant roots in this lose-lose Repeat the picture and ounce the mixture Denounce the crowd and bleed for scripture See, I've been knifed alive by mine but wined and Dined by those on high became the bigger crime to me If I'm gonna bleed, then make me bleed with a blade I can see Reprobate ethno-state modern nationalist cunts They manipulate young workers and neglect them when done The modern state will strip a man out 'til he's naked and scared These cunts in black shirts would give Him a face to lace with his fears Cunts, cunts, cunts, cunts, cunts, cunts, cunts Cunts, cunts, cunts, cunts, cunts These bitter fuckers will tell a man that to hate is to Love and hang them out to dry as soon as they're done