For Your Safety, Please Hold On

For your safety, please hold on

These streets are paved with do no harm

Hollow eyes, sunken cheeks

Tis a wonder how the politicians sleep

For your safety, please hold on

And don't dare look up from your phone

Ride on by, just as you step

Lest sight of twisted bodies you regret

For your safety, please hold on

That harm reduction, it has won

Won for whom? Well, no one knows

But that's just how

It goes

Veiled compassion sold in wolves clothes








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