Our Life Our World - THE MOB

Our life our world

Mapped out in skulls

Carved on wrists and back of arms

Which paint in blood on sheets of white

Of children never quite at home

Our life our world

Flows down rivers in the street

Made up of blood, made up of meat

The cigarette

Burns in tortured arm

The cigarette burns

On tortured arm

Slowly roasting in the heat

Of our life our world

Our life our world

My life my world

Our life our world

Our life our world

Lost scream hits the cold night air

Lost scream lost cos no one was there

This is the crying of half dead

This is the crying of stillborne

This is the sound of the golden age

This is the sound of my rage

Our life our world

Our life our world

My life my world

Our life our world

This is my horror my nightmare

This is my wake and my birth

This is my world and my earth

This is my earth and my world

This is my life and my worth

This is my moment of birth

This is my cry from chaos

Now I am reason for mash

This is the glimmer of hope

This is the wall I must smash

Our life our world

My life my world

Our life our world

Our life our world

My life my world

Our life our world

My life my world

Our life our world

You haven’t suffered no nightmares

And you cannot spell home

This is my love now

And this is my war

Do not suffer my children

Let them walk through that door

This is my nightmare

Built from your hell on earth

Do not damage my children

They are their love on earth

Leave my world for my children

They didn’t ask to be born

Leave my love for my children

And let them be warned