Stolen from view

Kicked to death shoved in a bin for all to see

For a postcode, a reputation

Taunt the mother at the dead kids funeral

Fuel on a dirty fire

The message got through

It’s gonna take a leap of faith to make this work

A different day

A different stain

A three way machete fight

Fuel on a dirty fire

And I stick my head above the clouds

Breathing deeply in and out

Looking down I’m not so proud of what I see

For a postcode, a reputation

Taunt the mother at the dead kids funeral

Fuel on a dirty fire

I stick my head abovе the clouds

Breathing deeply in and out

Looking down I’m not so proud of what I see