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Come light a match for the fallen and dead on the street
For if London is burning at least you can live off the heat
How do you sleep when the image is scorched in your eyes?
It echoes between them they mock up the truth in disguise
But what if they were your blood?
Would you do it again now knowing the cost?
It won’t change
It won’t change
It won’t change
It won’t change
There lives a man who is swelled by the swelling elite
But he drowns in his decadence
Dines with the sinners of greed
But what if they were your blood?
Would you do it again now knowing the cost?
It won’t change
It won’t change
It won’t change
It won’t change
We don’t change
We don’t change
We don’t change
We don’t change
What about us? What about us?
When all our lives are all but dust?
Where do we go? How do I breathe?
Feel like an ash torn lonely street