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