“STOLEN NAME” 28-10-02

Winters coming down
the nights are moving closer
with every breath you move
further away

On the morning train
in the commuter belt
you took my name
and gave me a form of hell

And when I know I’ve had enough
romance tries to crush what’s left
the world squeezes out
yet more cruelty from love

Are you happy where you are?
Did you get what you want?
Does the sun shine on your parade?

This is what you wanted -
to rip off the planet
and leave everyone else to pay the debts

Walk with the pride of a thief
with stolen wallets in stolen coats
and signing with your stolen name.

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