[left] Please believe In labor and hope And joy 'Cause like a little boy I have destroyed Hope and joy And lately I dream about Angels with molotovs And nightly they fist me Wrists like tender trucks
[right] The community is sick And the community is blind Yell And it's colder than Poland And the sun is not shining Here And we're tangled in the shit Of each other's ruined Affairs Half of us are faking And the other half is tired And scared
And these hands could've moved mountains These hands could've moved mountains...