Home is Where You Hang Yourself

from By Design (Reissue) by Scumpulse

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Filled with drugs and hate, I fucking hate this grim estate
Social deprivation and financial desperation
Rain stained grey walls and a penchant for a drunken fight
Nightmares round here are not saved only for the night

I. Live. Here. I am becoming, why am I not running?
Far. From. Here. This needs addressing, this scheme is depressing
They. Smell. Fear. They say there's progression, it's all window dressing
I. Live. Here.

Filled with piss and scum and scum is what I have become
Urban architecture and an anti-social nature
Pavements caved in and a park that's filled with broken glass
Peoples hopes and dreams reduced to fucking ash

This place is, a landfill, It drags you to a standstill
Some cunt should, just burn it, I'm fucking sure it's earned it
This place is, a landfill, It drags you to a standstill
Some cunt should, just burn it, I'm sure it won't be missed

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from By Design (Reissue), released January 29, 2015

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