left) The community is sick and the community is blind, yeah. 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; And half of us are faking, and the other half is tired and scared... (right) Please believe in labour 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...