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Thorns dress the concrete

Sprinklers haunt gutted memories

The punished drift in codes of silence

Fettered to a walled garden

The clergy offers its warm embrace

And the mounting weight of all your guilt

Smiling faces shake the pot

Drain yourself for their forgiveness

Hollow landlords suffocate

Starve and ruin in the name of value

Emaciated on the 14th floor

Building for a brighter future

Spoon, debt and lifеless sheets

Forming queues in linеs to eat

What is left of your own dignity

Teeth dragged across

The brick of survival

But I seek no pity between the cracks

Beneath the fable and the cold of day

I am here and always will be

Born to laboured hands

For every bone broken in Whitehall

And skull cracked at Orgreave

Carry the hope and wield the anguish

In a century of performance

And the trick of the ideal

Rinse the sediment of all they took

And from the rubble of their farce

Carve out a brand new way

Seize horizons of untold scale

Forge new mountains on their remains

And climb to touch the sky again

One day this will all be ours

In the name of all who fell before

Roses rising from a slag heap

To dig out the scabs, even the score